Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 46

The moment he stepped into the back garden, Victor froze in his tracks. Across the lawn, he immediately spotted that familiar, graceful silhouette.

So that's why Pudding had been acting out of sorts, he realized.

And the woman responsible? None other than Isadora.

She wore a fitted, gray one-shoulder business dress-professional but flattering, hugging every elegant curve. The hem brushed just above her knees, showing off a pair of perfectly sculpted, porcelain legs.

Isadora had her back to him, so Victor couldn't see her face. But her light, ringing laughter, mingled with Pudding's excited barking, filled the entire garden.

"Ready? One, two, three-go fetch, Pudding!" she called.

She was teasing Pudding with a dog toy, tossing it across the lawn. No matter how far she threw it, Pudding dashed after it and brought it right back, tail wagging, eyes shining with joy.

They repeated this three or four times, each time ending with Isadora offering him a handful of treats. Pudding gobbled them up, jaws working noisily.

Not just kibble—even the finest cuts of meat couldn't tempt him unless he was starving or

see if something was wrong. The idea of the

was Pudding, eating with gusto at

took-just seeing your beloved

sense. Nearly thirteen years had

world. At first, she'd only planned to use Pudding as an

that seemed to look straight into your soul. He was adorable and clever, despite his size. And for such

behind his ears, he'd

the feeling was mutual. Sometimes she wondered if she'd raised him herself, the bond felt so natural.

the last of the treats and

at all. Did Victor give you that name?" she asked, her

Woof! Woof!

once, Pudding caught a familiar scent and bounded