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!"

the dog, Beatty jogged after it, breathless and flustered. "Slow

fluff tear across the grass like a streak

was nearly bowled over by an enthusiastic,

the

hint of disdain,

She called

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

is what we call

think you could stand to put on

nerve of

heat 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 had an endearing habit of launching

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

freshly washed fur;

smells so good after

dog seemed to understand the compliment, responding

that

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

"Woof! Woof!" Pudding protested.

the dog a sideways

shielded Pudding. "Don't be so

on his face. "Harsh? You

few hours, and already it's like some epic love