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.

became suddenly aware

caught off guard, and gave a sheepish little

shower, so I sort of

curled in a lazy, almost mocking smirk. "If wishes really came true, the heavens would have their hands

punch to the gut than

she'd just done—especially in front of

eyes dropped, her tone crestfallen.

as the spark in her eyes faded,

Somehow, it rubbed him the

was silly, sure-but the way she'd looked, so full

was far better than the defeated look

tongue against his

heavens can't grant your wish, Isadora,

in confusion. "Why would

unfazed, his dark eyes glinting with a roguish

rather not, that's fine by

blurted,

of the city's elite? She'd be a fool

brow. "So, what'll

in her ears. After a long moment, she took a breath, screwed her eyes shut, and blurted out, "The last time you said I could be

to slow, the silence stretching between

only to find herself staring into Victor's deep, dangerous

smile played at

"What?"