Chapter 31

Seeing Magnus silently nursing his drink, Sammy knew he'd given tacit consent.

Truth be told, Sammy had always liked Isadora much more than Elise. He actually got along pretty well with Isadora, and over the years, he'd seen firsthand just how much she'd given up for Magnus.

But then there was Elise-always playing the damsel, always finding some excuse to lean on Magnus. Sammy could never figure out why Magnus didn't just push her away.

Maybe, he thought, after five years of unconditional devotion, Isadora had simply spoiled Magnus rotten.

In Sammy's eyes, Magnus truly loved Isadora-probably even more than he realized himself. He just didn't know what it was like not to have her there.

Sighing, Sammy picked up his phone and dialed Isadora.

Beeep. Beeep. Beeep...

It was late at night in Brocade Heights.

Isadora lay on her bed, idly tracing her fingers along the crystal bracelet on her wrist, her mind replaying the events of the evening. She'd expected to spend the whole night wide awake, haunted by the image of Magnus carrying Elise away, or maybe by the cold, impatient stares and harsh words from Richard and Eleanor. Maybe even the snide glances and whispered gossip from the socialites circling like sharks.

vast and blazing with a thousand colors, the rush of wind and speed, and Victor's deep,

vibrated with an incoming

at

find Magnus, Sammy was always the one willing to listen, always

a moment's hesitation, she

familiar, clear voice drifted

mid-sip. He couldn't help but glance up

look from

Magnus has had a bit too much to drink at the

A long silence.

assistant, Lean. Or better yet, get Elise-she'd be

Even Sammy and Scales felt the sudden chill in

of his migraines. It's pretty bad. He really needs you to

a short, bitter laugh. "What am I, his nurse? When he's sick, I'm good enough for

with you, isn't he? Tell him we're done. Even if he drops dead, the

hung

up at Magnus,

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