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."

only son of the Donovan family, his father's beloved late- life child-pampered beyond belief. He'd always had a rakish, devil-may-care air

Isadora broke things off with Magnus, Scales was the first to sneer at her fake and two-faced, in

pester you for scraps of info about him. Now she regrets it, and here

room. "Did you eat garbage for dinner?

about your own mess. All those

I did, I'd never

wasn't used to women talking

“Say another word, and

barely managing to hold it

grumbled under his breath. The girl in his arms was at least better built, he thought, venting his frustration by

tension, Sammy forced a smile. "Come on, it's

Fine. A party, then.

his phone, found Elise's number, and sent

Nanette drowned her irritation in another drink-these club cocktails