Chapter 143

"You're going to get hurt, Isadora!"

She had to admit it-Magnus had just named the secret she'd been hiding from herself.

Isadora grabbed her phone, found the contact for the man responsible for her sleepless night, and started typing out a message. Her fingers hovered over the screen, tapping out a few hesitant words, but she couldn't bring herself to hit send. After a long pause, she deleted everything, feeling defeated, and tossed her phone onto the bed.

What was she supposed to ask him-whether he liked her, or if he was just using her to get back at Magnus? Hadn't she told herself to let things run their course, to go with the flow?

Come on, Isadora, don't tell me you're chickening out now...

Just then, her phone rang, shattering the silence.

Isadora froze.

She glanced at the screen and realized, to her horror, that she'd accidentally sent

him a string of nonsensical gibberish. No wonder he was calling.

She picked up.

other end, his low, velvety voice came

her voice. "Just about to

wrong? Your voice sounds

"Nothing."

"Let me see you."

What?

Fitzgerald not realize she was all the way in Solstrand? No matter how resourceful he was, he couldn't possibly show

Isadora had

call request buzzed in the dark, the

a mild panic, Isadora scrambled upright, smoothing her tangled hair with unsteady fingers. She suddenly became acutely aware of the red slip she was wearing a silky, strappy number Nanette had given her, cut low enough to leave

breaths did she finally accept the video call. It was, she realized, the first time she'd ever video-chatted with a man late at

confidence and unmistakable authority. The camera framed his sharp jawline, the sweep of his close-cropped hair, the striking angles of his face. His eyes, dark and narrow, glimmered with mischief. Behind him, she could just make out the twinkling skyline of Havenport through

the sudden video

gaze was intense, locked onto her through

the dim light, her eyes bright and luminous, lips full and flushed. She clutched the fabric to her chest, but the slip still left her shoulders bare, the red silk striking against her

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