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."

"When you had those awful migraines, she spent a whole day and night at a church in

food, she learned to cook every cuisine under the

liked her, insulted her more times than I can

Isadora finally snapped. That's the only reason she's acting out now-but in the end, it's always because she

did go too far this time. Sure, the wedding was fake,

Elise-she's been having her 'episodes' way too often this year. On your anniversary, your birthday, Isadora's birthday, even during Thanksgiving and the Fourth

their limits. Don't wait until she's gone to realize what you

smile. "As if I'd ever regret losing a

idea was laughable. She'd sooner

unwavering devotion-so used to it, in fact, that

jealous by nature. That wedding, even if it was just to fulfill Elise's last wish, must have stung Isadora more

stood up,

leaving already? Man, the night's just

bar and sliding into his Maybach. He dialed

of days, get me LA Wedding's top designer-fly them out here to Capitol City to create a custom gown for Isadora. And make sure we win

grand

tossed his coat aside, stretched out on the sofa, and let his long legs dangle off the edge. His headache was pulsing again,