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

filling the car with the electric rush of

the accelerator. The car surged forward, racing back up to

the endless panorama-city lights, open skies, the world blurring by. It felt

Her heart was pounding.

away. A smile tugged at her lips, growing wider as the wind rushed past, sweeping her into

wild

to push her curls away, but his hand lingered, fingers brushing the softness of her hair. For

a lock of her hair around his finger, bringing

roads, finally coming to a stop

her legs still shaky, but

word, swept her

whispered, "You can

elegant fingers trailing over

beside her. Together, they leaned against the railing, looking out from the mountaintop over the dazzling city of Capitolion. Thousands of lights glittered like scattered stars, studding the night with gold and silver, turning the sprawling city into a jewel box. It was beautiful. For

into the distance, her racing