Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 9

Scales scratched the back of his head, looking bemused.

"No way. Isadora's still giving you the silent treatment? It's been, what, three days now? That's gotta be a new record! She's never stayed mad for more than a day before."

He leaned in, lowering his voice with a knowing grin. "But honestly, Magnus, women are all like that. Don't spoil her too much. She's just testing you, waiting for you to cave first. You know what they say-let a guy give in once, and he'll be doing it a thousand times after. Don't fall for it."

"Come on, no matter how badly you screwed up before, she always came running back, apologized, begged you not to leave her."

"And with her awkward position in the Vaughan family, if she ever really left you, they'd probably toss her out for good."

At that, Magnus's expression softened just a bit. He picked up his glass and took a slow sip, letting the rich flavor settle on his tongue.

Maybe this time Isadora had gone further than usual-she'd even come up with that wild kidnapping stunt. It left him with a faint, unfamiliar sense of unease.

Off to the side, Sammy—already halfway through his drink-couldn't help but chime in.

"Anyone would be moved by how much Isadora loves you, Magnus."

fingers. "When you had those awful migraines, she spent a whole day and night at a church in the northwest, begging a miracle-working

you got picky about food, she learned to cook every cuisine under the sun just to tempt your

times than I can count. Isadora just took it, never

reason she's acting out now-but

really did go too far this time. Sure, the

On your anniversary, your birthday, Isadora's birthday, even during Thanksgiving and the Fourth of July, she's always sick.

their limits. Don't wait until

a cold, dismissive smile. "As

was laughable. She'd sooner see the

devotion-so used to it, in fact, that he'd come to take it for

if it was just to fulfill Elise's last wish, must have stung

and stood up, ready

Man, the night's just getting started!" Scales called

of the bar and sliding

top designer-fly them out here to Capitol City to create a custom gown

should be grand enough, even for

the villa, Magnus tossed his coat aside, stretched out on the sofa, and let his long legs dangle off the edge. His