Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 28

Isadora downed her drink in one go, then grinned. "That was a rush.”

Victor lowered his gaze, giving her a searching, almost enigmatic look.

Whatever shadows had lingered in her eyes earlier seemed to have vanished. Now, there was only a spark of openness and laughter in her expression.

From his vantage point above her, Victor's deep eyes swept over the city sprawled below the hillside.

This was his secret retreat.

Whenever he was in a bad mood, he'd race up here, let the wind whip through his hair, and take in the endless city lights. It always left him feeling alive and clear- headed.

Tonight, seeing her struggle to keep her emotions in check, he'd brought her here on a whim.

He took a sip from the bottle of water she'd left untouched.

"Sometimes, you need a little adrenaline to really unwind."

At his words, Isadora glanced up at him. Victor stood tall beside her, his shadow falling over her in the night.

He was strikingly handsome, always carrying himself with an air of quiet self- restraint yet there was something wild and untamed about him, a kind of easy confidence she couldn't help but notice.

He wasn't bound by anything, not like her.

She wasn't sure why he'd brought her up here tonight, but the experience was worth it. She felt lighter than she had in a long time.

With genuine appreciation, Isadora said, "Thank you, Victor. For bringing me here. This is the first time I've ever let myself go like this."

curling in amusement. "Thank me? What,

lips. She

that moment, she couldn't quite describe what she

in darkness, but her heart was pounding

the thrill of speeding up the winding roads was still

she quickly turned away and

lingered on the dazzling expanse below, the city stretching out like

sigh. "This place

alcohol. His tone was teasing, "Mind if you

in those TV shows, people come to the top

it?" Victor's voice was lazy, casual. "Nope. So far, I've never needed to let

his problems before they could get to

herself studying his calm, unruffled demeanor,

had to

then again, why would he? He'd always had everything-privilege, status, charm. What could

gaze meeting hers

sky was

want to scream, just do it. Don't look at me like I'm

glass, wide

were the

cupped her hands

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Magnus, go to hell!"

furrowed at