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 of the intense, heated gaze fixed on

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

just, it's my first time seeing a meteor shower, so I sort of copied what

almost mocking smirk. "If wishes really came true, the heavens would have

like a punch to the gut

immediately felt ridiculous for what she'd just done—especially in front

her tone crestfallen. "You're probably

in

Somehow, it rubbed

was silly, sure-but

was far better than the defeated

tongue against his

can't grant your wish, Isadora, maybe

in confusion. "Why

expression was unfazed, his dark eyes glinting with a roguish confidence. “Because I'm in a good

you'd rather not, that's

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

prince of the city's elite? She'd be

brow. "So, what'll

breath, screwed her eyes shut, and blurted out,

to slow, the silence stretching between

only to find herself staring

faint, lazy smile played at his lips.

"What?"