Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 29

Victor's eyes lifted in an arch that brooked no argument. "I'll admit, not bad at all.”

Isadora agreed though she'd sooner die than ever raise her voice around Victor again.

She was about to protest, to ask Victor how she'd suddenly become the villain in his story, when-

Suddenly, in the deep velvet of the night sky, a shower of vibrant, multicolored shooting stars streaked overhead, leaving glimmering trails in their wake.

Isadora's gaze shot upward, her eyes shining with wonder. The long sweep of her lashes trembled in awe.

She'd seen shooting stars before, but never a meteor shower like this.

"It's a meteor shower-Victor, look! Look!" she squealed, grabbing his arm and shaking it in her excitement.

Victor glanced down at her delicate fingers wrapped around his arm, then followed her gaze up to her face.

Isadora was utterly transfixed, her features alight with joy as she watched the heavens. A few strands of dark hair framed her face, and in that moment her bright eyes and radiant smile outshone even the meteors above.

Victor's gaze darkened, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

"It's beautiful,” Isadora whispered. “Let's make a wish!"

She quickly released his arm, pressing her hands together beneath her chin, and closed her eyes in a silent, earnest prayer.

The warmth and softness of her touch slipped from his skin, and Victor's handsome brow creased in clear displeasure.

she became suddenly aware of the intense,

turned slowly to meet Victor's eyes, caught off guard, and gave a sheepish

seeing a meteor shower, so I sort of copied

wishes really came true, the heavens would have

like a punch to the gut

immediately felt ridiculous for what she'd

dropped, her tone crestfallen. "You're

the spark in her eyes faded, leaving behind

Somehow, it rubbed him

shooting star was silly, sure-but the way she'd looked,

the defeated look

tongue against his teeth, almost

grant

confusion. "Why would

a roguish confidence. “Because I'm in a good

you'd rather not, that's fine by

no-I do!" Isadora blurted, afraid he'd

wish, granted by Victor-the crown prince of the city's elite?

a brow. "So,

her eyes shut, and blurted out, "The last time you said I

the silence stretching between

to find herself staring into Victor's

faint, lazy smile played at his

"What?"