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.

echoed down the

red handprint, complete with nail marks,

clear just how strong she

icy. "Magnus, have you lost

seemed to snap

time, he saw nothing but disgust and

fear

Isadora really

him. She had to. There was no

had to be his

distance, her resistance tonight, the way she kept shutting him

Magnus felt a rush of panic, an unfamiliar

reached out, wanting to grab her hand, desperate to feel

Isadora was wary. As soon as he stepped closer, she took a

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 what you

Isadora didn't even flinch.

told you, we're not getting married. If you try

me to do? Just tell me what it takes for you to

laughed. It was like he was speaking a different language, like they weren't even living in

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

me for her. That was your

flat and heavy, "I told