Chapter 69

What did she say?

Isadora's face was a picture of confusion.

Victor's lips traced a slow, possessive path down to the tip of her nose, then finally pressed against her own, brushing her lips with his. He lingered there, savoring the taste of her, before deepening the kiss into something unmistakably French.

"Mmm-"

Things quickly got heated.

Isadora pleaded with him to stop, her voice half-laughter, half-protest.

It wasn't until her legs were so weak she could barely stand that Victor finally let

her go.

Later, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Isadora stared at her pale skin, now marked with bruises and love bites that made her wince just to look at them. She silently cursed Victor. Was he part wolf or something?

The man had a thing for biting, apparently.

She rummaged through her closet for ages before finally settling on a shirt that would cover the worst of the marks.

casual gray joggers, bare-chested, water still dripping from his short hair as

Trouble incarnate.

away, awkward and just a little

apartment was this, anyway? Victor acted

discomfort, amused. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen her like this before. Still, she blushed every time. That stubbornness he found it endearing. He smiled to himself and walked straight to the fridge, pulling open the

and frozen

what

piled with her bulk supermarket finds. Frozen meals were quick and easy-perfect for

cook, and cook well, but only ever made the effort for Magnus. For herself, she

hear the disapproval

Fitzgerald's mansion," she said. "I don't have

or a private chef on

hand. "No

check, she thought, rolling her

way into the kitchen and

watched him from the doorway, taking in the tall, elegant figure in her tiny kitchen.

ended up having two

hurry out for a morning inspection at the mall.

first, waiting for her at the door while she dashed back in to grab

the apartment next door opened, and a woman

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