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.

reached out and slid back the Ferrari's convertible

the half-open car. The night air howled past, stinging their cheeks, filling the car with the electric rush of speed. Victor's lips curled into a devil-may-care grin. “Take it all in,

slammed the accelerator. The car surged forward, racing back

in her ears. Her eyes drank in the endless panorama-city lights, open skies, the world blurring by. It felt as though they were flying along

Her heart was pounding.

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

whipped loose, wild strands blowing across

hand lingered, fingers brushing the softness of her hair. For a moment, he watched

eyes. He gently twirled a lock of her hair around

through the winding mountain roads, finally coming to a stop at the

out, her legs still shaky, but adrenaline

steps and, without a word, swept her up in his arms,

Isadora whispered, "You can

gently on her feet, his elegant fingers trailing over

out from the mountaintop over the dazzling city of Capitolion. Thousands of lights glittered like scattered stars, studding the night with gold and

staring into the distance, her racing heartbeat