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!"

after it, breathless and flustered. "Slow down,

the grass like a streak of

nearly bowled over by an enthusiastic, full- speed

the dog-in one swift, steady motion, holding both securely in his

teasing hint of disdain, remarked, “Isadora, do you ever eat?

She called

was five foot five and nearly a hundred pounds-perfectly average,

Fitzgerald, you clearly don't understand. This is what we call the ideal figure," Isadora shot

his lips. "I think you could stand to put on a little weight. It'd make you even nicer to

of this

in her cheeks. She stepped aside and gently set Pudding down. The dog was certainly sturdy—at least eighty

kind of greeting,

down to stroke Pudding's freshly washed fur;

good after a

understand the compliment, responding

such enthusiasm that Isadora burst

display of affection and found himself irrationally annoyed. He

"Woof! Woof!" Pudding protested.

sideways glance.

immediately shielded Pudding. "Don't

a crooked smile on his

a few hours, and already it's like