Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 112

Isadora's expression darkened, the last traces of drowsiness vanishing from her mind.

She hugged her arms around herself, her voice cool and distant. "So this is how you reward women, Mr. Fitzgerald?"

Victor could feel the shift-moments ago, the woman in his arms had been soft and affectionate, but now her mood seemed to turn on a dime.

He never understood how women's minds worked.

He just wanted to give her something, that was all.

But despite her even tone, Isadora's words were edged with distance.

Victor lowered his gaze and fixed her with a penetrating look. "I've told you before -I've only ever slept with you."

Sleep together? Sure, they had. But everyone in the city knew Victor Fitzgerald had a string of women vying for his attention. Of course he was used to handing out gifts and favors as if it meant nothing. Why would she be any different?

Isadora replied, "There's nothing I want, but thank you for your... generosity, Mr. Fitzgerald."

With that, she shifted away from Victor's embrace, moving to the far side of the bed.

Victor's eyes grew cold.

couldn't for the life of him figure out what he'd

steeped in darkness, their quiet breathing the only sound, making the silence

over and gently turned

against her pale cheek, thumb

what are you

the thin veil

Yes, she was sensitive.

live with the Vaughans, she'd felt like an outsider, always treading carefully, desperate to

Eleanor thought she was being good, she'd say, "Isadora, you've done well lately.

first, Isadora didn't think much of it. She was happy to accept whatever was offered, believing it was her parents' way

swaggered in wearing an amethyst necklace-the one Eleanor had won at the Northmarch charity

you've got? It's worth, what, a couple hundred dollars? You think that's a sign they love you? They hand out little trinkets

anything and not feel ashamed, not sit around waiting

didn't notice, my necklace is worth more than eighty grand. A little different from your

echoed down the hallway, leaving Isadora standing

the Vaughans' charity anymore, but

Isadora's eyes as she whispered, "I don't

the emotion in her