Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 8

Elise didn't bother changing back into the standard hospital gown like she usually did.

Instead, she was lounging on the bed in a black lace dress.

Gone was her usual air of innocence-tonight she looked just a touch more alluring.

Her eyes lit up when she saw Magnus enter.

He'd changed out of his wedding tux, but was still in a crisp white suit.

The hallway lights cast a soft glow on his tall, athletic frame, and even in the harsh hospital lighting, the sharp angles of his face seemed gentler, almost inviting.

If only she hadn't left Capitolion five years ago. If only she hadn't left Magnus.

If that were the case, Isadora would never have become an issue between them.

The thought made Elise bite her lip, hard.

But it didn't matter. Deep down, she knew Magnus still held a place for her-a place no one else could shake.

Today's wedding was proof enough of that.

she had no intention of letting Magnus

even indulgent-except he never crossed that final

unsettled her. The distance

to be Isadora standing

out to the man in the doorway, her hand pale and slender. “Magnus, will you

read as he walked over and gently pulled the covers up over

doctor said you need to rest,” Magnus said quietly. "I'll stay until you fall

flickered in

her illness flared, Magnus would be there for her-but

of her lace dress revealing the delicate sweep of her collarbone and a hint

his belt, her voice soft and

hesitated, his gaze

harsh, but it sent a cold shiver

understood him he didn't say

he'd coax her back. Instead, she'd driven

make that

with unshed tears as she looked up at him, voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry, Magnus. I got carried away. I forgot you have Isadora now." Something in Magnus

loved him—passionately, stubbornly-sometimes to the point