Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 27

Victor heard the sound and glanced sideways at the woman's pale face. His hands gripped the steering wheel even tighter as he pressed himself closer to the car door.

He was a world-class racer, and this Ferrari had been expertly modified-speed and stability were never an issue for him.

Even Finley, who prided himself on his nerves of steel, hated riding in Victor's car. There was one time he'd barely managed to stumble out before he threw up.

Honestly, people just didn't know how to enjoy life.

"Relax. My driving won't be a problem," Victor said, though he eased up on the gas just a little.

Isadora gradually found her rhythm, adjusting to the speed.

She had no idea where Victor was taking her. All she could do was watch as the car shot up an empty overpass, its engine growling in the night.

Victor tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, his voice laced with lazy amusement, "Isadora, look out the window."

At his words, Isadora turned her head and gazed outside.

Beyond the car windows, the vast, inky ocean sprawled beneath the overpass. The amber glow of streetlights mingled with the scattered brilliance of the stars, turning the sea into a breathtaking tapestry of lights—a wild, sprawling map of the cosmos reflected on water.

It was endless, mesmerizing.

slid back the Ferrari's convertible

The night air howled past, stinging their cheeks, filling

she could reply, Victor slammed the accelerator. The car surged forward, racing back

roaring in her ears. Her eyes drank in the endless panorama-city lights, open skies, the world blurring by. It

Her heart was pounding.

tension melting away. A smile tugged at her lips, growing wider as the

wild

push her curls away, but his hand lingered, fingers brushing the softness of her hair. For a moment, he watched her, lost

Victor's eyes. He gently twirled a lock of her hair around his finger, bringing it to his nose,

mountain roads, finally coming to

her legs still shaky,

saw her unsteady steps and, without a word, swept her up

can

trailing over her bare arm, sending a rush of

over the dazzling city of Capitolion. Thousands of lights glittered like scattered stars, studding the night with gold and silver, turning the sprawling city

the distance, her racing