Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 50

"What's your condition?"

Victor's lips curled up, his words slow and deliberate. "Break up with Magnus. Stay far away from him."

Isadora had ended things with Magnus ages ago, though nobody seemed willing to believe it.

Was this just another case of a man's damned possessiveness?

Victor and Magnus were the heirs to two of Capitolion's most powerful and bitterly opposed dynasties. Maybe Victor just couldn't stand the idea of a woman he'd been with still being tangled up with his greatest rival.

Isadora nodded, agreeing without hesitation. "Fine. I'll break up with him.”

Victor narrowed his eyes, clearly surprised by how quickly she'd acquiesced.

He studied her closely, searching her face for any hint of hidden emotion-but got nothing.

Suddenly, a sharp bark shattered the tension in the garden.

Startled, Isadora instinctively pushed Victor away, worried someone might see them-even though this was Stratus Manor, and everyone here was on Victor's side. Still, she couldn't shake her discomfort.

She smoothed her dress and ran a hand through her hair, trying to regain her composure.

A big, fluffy golden retriever-freshly bathed, its white fur practically glowing- came bounding across the lawn toward them.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

Beatty jogged after it, breathless and flustered. "Slow down, Pudding! Wait

of fluff tear across the grass like

she was nearly bowled over by

instead of falling backward, Victor caught her-and the dog-in one swift, steady motion, holding both securely

with a teasing hint of disdain, remarked, “Isadora, do you ever eat? You're skinnier than

She called this

and nearly a hundred

This is what we call the

smirk tugging at his lips. "I think you could stand to put on a little weight. It'd make

nerve of

was certainly sturdy—at least eighty pounds by the look of it—and had an endearing habit of launching itself onto

kind of greeting, Isadora suspected her poor back wouldn't

to stroke Pudding's freshly washed fur; it was smooth and

so good after

dog seemed to understand the

enthusiasm that Isadora burst

of affection and found himself irrationally annoyed. He nudged Pudding aside

"Woof! Woof!" Pudding protested.

a sideways

immediately shielded Pudding.

a crooked smile on his face. "Harsh?

other a few hours, and already