Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 138

The private lounge was a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and pounding music, wild and dizzying. Half-empty bottles of expensive liquor littered every surface.

Nanette, only tipsy for now, spotted Magnus sprawled on one of the sofas. She gave a cold, sarcastic smile.

Leaning close to Isadora's ear, she muttered, "Don't worry, hon. I've got your back tonight."

Isadora sighed, thinking wryly, Who's protecting who here? Nanette's drinking habits were notorious, and not in a good way.

As Sammy ushered Isadora and the others inside, Scales-already halfway to planting a kiss on the cheek of the woman beside him-froze mid-motion.

"Well, if it isn't the famous Miss Vaughan," he drawled. "Didn't you and Magnus call it quits? What's this, trying to win him back at my birthday party?"

Magnus's eyes were dark, his face unreadable beneath the club's shifting lights. He just stared straight at the woman standing in the doorway.

Sammy shot Scales a warning glance, then smiled. “Isadora's my friend. I invited her."

He'd always had a rakish, devil-may-care air about him. And if there was anyone he admired, it was Magnus. He'd defend him

with Magnus, Scales was the first to sneer at her fake and two-faced,

scraps of info about him. Now she regrets it, and here she is, up to

cut through the room. "Did you eat garbage for dinner? Every word out of your mouth stinks

please," Scales shot back, "maybe you should worry about your own mess. All those tabloid scandals-can't imagine what

"Even if I did, I'd never look

talking back,

commanding. “Say another word, and you can

his anger, barely

in his arms was at least better built, he thought, venting his frustration by digging his fingers

smile. "Come on, it's my

Fine. A party, then.

his phone, found Elise's number, and

as possible. Nanette drowned her irritation