Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 11

Isadora clutched the blanket to her chest and edged backward. "Fair's fair. I slept

with you, then you slept with me. We're even now."

She was determined-he couldn't hold this over her anymore.

Victor withdrew his hand, the lingering warmth of her skin still clinging to his fingertips. With one hand in his pocket, he stood tall and imposing, his dark eyes fixed intently on her for a few moments.

"Get dressed and come out for breakfast," he said at last, then turned and strode out of the room.

Only after the door clicked shut did Isadora reach for the dress he'd left for her. She unfolded it and blinked in surprise-a form-fitting, deep plum dress, splashed with bold rose patterns. The fabric was luxurious, unmistakably expensive.

She had almost never worn anything so bold or alluring. Magnus had always preferred her in simple, innocent styles-soft pastels, clean lines, nothing that drew too much attention. And for him, she'd gone along with it, even though she hated it.

She'd never liked playing the innocent or pretending to be fragile. That only ever made her an easy target for people like Pearl Vaughan. But for Magnus's sake, she'd put up with it all. Back then, he was everything to her.

Looking back now, she realized she'd been hopelessly lovesick. Honestly, in this day and age, being lovesick was practically an illness-and she desperately needed a cure.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Isadora tossed off the blanket, exposing skin almost startling in its paleness, crisscrossed with marks that screamed of last night's lack of tenderness.

the dress, piece by piece. To her shock, even the underwear fit

her exact size after just one night? Meanwhile, she had no idea about his, except that... well, he was big.

burning cheeks, trying to collect

flustered after a night with a man like him; her reaction was perfectly

the dress, gave herself a quick wash, and stepped

forced her to walk slowly, careful not to trip.

The instant he saw her, something flashed

He had good taste.

makeup, her skin glowed with a healthy, porcelain radiance. Draped in that dress, she looked every inch the regal beauty-elegant, striking,

lounged in his chair, idly tapping his fingers in a steady rhythm

now-how badly he

thought brought a lazy smile

She tugged at her skirt, suddenly

throat. "Is there something on my

"You look good in that

men telling her she was beautiful. But something about Victor's simple, understated

good"-sent a faint blush

the air between them felt