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!"

jogged after it, breathless and flustered.

the grass like a streak of lightning, Isadora instinctively reached out her

she was nearly

Victor caught her-and the

with a teasing hint of disdain,

She called

five and nearly a hundred pounds-perfectly average, thank you very

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

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

nerve of this

rising in her cheeks. She stepped aside and gently set Pudding down. The dog was certainly sturdy—at least eighty pounds by the look of it—and

up this kind of greeting,

Pudding's freshly washed fur; it was smooth and silky beneath

good after a

the compliment, responding by

enthusiasm that Isadora burst

shameless display of affection and found himself irrationally annoyed. He nudged Pudding

"Woof! Woof!" Pudding protested.

the dog a sideways glance. "Settle down, would

Pudding. "Don't

smile on his face. "Harsh? You two have

few hours, and already