Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 65

Isadora had no intention of wasting her breath with him on her own doorstep.

"Magnus, think whatever you want. We're over. I mean it."

Magnus's eyes darkened, his voice low and rough, as if dragged from the back of his throat. "I never agreed to break up. It doesn't count."

She let out a cold laugh. "A relationship takes two people to start, but only one to end it. Whether you like it or not, we're done."

Magnus was clearly drunk tonight. The more he heard Isadora repeating "we're over," the more his narrow eyes seemed to burn with an angry, red haze.

“Isadora, no. That's not happening. Don't even think about it!"

Without warning, Magnus stepped forward and pinned her wrists against the wall.

The sudden assault caught Isadora completely off guard.

"Let me go! Now!"

Magnus stared her down, lowering his head to try and kiss her.

Fury boiled over inside Isadora. She brought the pointed toe of her high heel down, hard, right on his foot.

He let out a grunt of pain, his leg jerking back instinctively, and his grip on her loosened.

She shoved him away with all her strength and, without hesitation, slapped him across the face.

down the

complete with nail marks, bloomed across his cheek-stark and

it clear just how strong she

voice was icy. "Magnus, have you

sting of her slap seemed to

he saw nothing but

sudden fear gripped

really

loved him. She had to. There was

had to

distance, her resistance tonight, the way she kept shutting him out -it all made her

first time, Magnus felt a rush of panic, an unfamiliar ache in

hand, desperate to

soon as he stepped closer, she took

his gaze, jaw

wrong. I never should have gotten engaged to Elise, and I never should have let anyone make you a laughingstock. For our wedding, I hired the best designer in Northmarch-I wanted you to be the most beautiful bride in the world. Isn't that

Isadora didn't even flinch.

you, we're not getting married. If you try something like this again, I'll call

"What do you want me to do? Just tell

was like he was speaking a different language, like

you? The last time Elise threw her little tantrum, you

me for her. That

voice flat and heavy,