Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 100

Isadora was ushered into a lavish office by Kemp.

A secretary quickly brought in a glass of water, setting it down on the desk before quietly slipping out.

Kemp offered a polite smile. "Please have a seat, Miss Vaughan. Mr. Fitzgerald is in a meeting, but he'll be with you shortly."

With that, he left her alone in the room.

Isadora settled onto the couch, letting her gaze wander.

This office, she thought, was so unmistakably Victor.

Along one wall stood an entire row-hundreds, it seemed of limited-edition

model cars, each one gleaming under the soft light.

Isadora didn't doubt for a second that Victor owned every single one of these cars in real life.

Her mind drifted back to that day Victor had taken her racing, the world flying by in a blur of color and wind, his easy confidence as clear in her memory as if he were right beside her now.

A flicker of longing tugged inside her; she wanted to feel that rush again.

display and picked up one of the

it back down, her eyes caught on a photograph propped up on Victor's

a little girl and

She

puppy-scruffy white fur, a little thin, lying motionless on the floor. Even in the photo, it

stroked the puppy's head. She wore a blue and white dress, patched at

out of place in

the model car down, meaning to take a closer look at

lounged in the doorway, his posture

for a moment

giving nothing away except for

in careless elegance, and black tailored trousers that emphasized the long lines of his legs. On his wrist, a watch with a midnight-blue face caught the light, the gleam drawing attention to

the full force of his presence-almost overwhelming in its

him and strode into the room, his footsteps resonating through

was cool, edged with something hard. "Miss

name-Miss Vaughan-with a crisp, cutting finality,

still brooding over what she'd said that

man could