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.

fluff tear across the grass like a streak of lightning,

the second time that day, she was nearly bowled over by an enthusiastic, full-

Victor caught her-and the dog-in one swift, steady motion, holding

of disdain, remarked, “Isadora, do you ever

called this

nearly a hundred pounds-perfectly average, thank you

understand. This is what we call the ideal figure," Isadora

think you could

of

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 itself onto anyone in

Pudding kept up this kind of greeting, Isadora suspected her poor

Pudding's freshly washed fur; it was smooth and

good after

understand the compliment, responding by licking her

that

eyed the dog's shameless display of affection and found himself irrationally

"Woof! Woof!" Pudding protested.

the dog a sideways glance. "Settle

Pudding. "Don't

a crooked smile on his face.

hours, and already it's like some epic love