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.

out and slid

they sat together, the wind whipping through the half-open car. The night air howled past, stinging their cheeks, filling the car with the electric rush

reply, Victor slammed the accelerator. The car

Isadora could hear was the ferocious wind roaring in her ears. Her eyes drank in the endless panorama-city lights, open skies,

Her heart was pounding.

felt herself letting go, the tension melting away. A smile tugged at her lips, growing wider

loose, wild strands blowing across

fingers brushing the softness of her hair. For a moment,

quiet satisfaction flickered in Victor's eyes. He gently twirled a lock of her hair around his

roads, finally coming to a stop at

stepped out, her legs still shaky,

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

can put me

elegant fingers trailing over her bare arm, sending

the mountaintop over the dazzling city of Capitolion. Thousands of lights glittered like scattered stars,

railing, staring into the distance, her racing