Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 88

"Then do you really believe I've actually broken up with him?"

Isadora's tone was serious for once.

That finally got Nanette to sit up and pay attention. She looked her friend over, skeptical.

"Isa, I must have told you to dump that jerk Magnus at least a thousand times— maybe more—and every time, you'd stew in silence for a day, then run back to him like nothing happened. Can you blame me for not buying it now?"

Isadora rolled her eyes.

Fair enough.

She only had herself to blame for the reputation she'd built-everyone thought she was hopelessly in love with Magnus, so obsessed she'd never leave. She'd dug herself into this mess.

Isadora closed her eyes for a moment, then let out a breath.

Nanette was her best friend-the one person she actually wanted to understand her. She didn't care what the rest of the world thought, but she hated the idea of Nanette misunderstanding her.

So, she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her pajamas, revealing a trail of telltale hickeys scattered across her collarbone.

Nanette's eyes went wide as dinner plates.

"Holy shit, girl! Magnus finally put his hands on you? That bastard! I can't believe you'd go back to him again!"

coolly, "It wasn't Magnus. It was...

dropped so hard

The Capitol's golden boy? The one everyone

then shook

don't think

both,

loud enough to rattle the windows. "Oh my God, Isa! Why are you only telling

vibrating with excitement. Her best friend, Isadora, wasn't pining away for Magnus anymore-she'd actually slept with the most eligible

that had happened lately-well, almost everything. She left out the kidnapping, not

whooped, practically bouncing

ditched Magnus! Do you know how many nights I had to hypnotize myself into believing you two weren't a total disaster? It

in, dropping her

lost her V-card, huh? Tell me how was

was dying of curiosity. Victor, with those long legs, that perfect body, those abs-what

not to understand. "What do you

exasperated. "Oh, don't play coy! We're best friends! I told you all about my first time-including the

flustered. Typical

details," Nanette pressed. "Was it

burned, but in the end,

whirlwind of aching pleasure. She'd practically seen white light. No wonder she'd