Chapter 156

Isadora met Victor's gaze, searching the depths of his eyes.

His lashes were dark and thick, casting shadows over irises so deep they seemed almost black, catching flecks of light that shimmered with her delicate reflection.

"Kiss me, Isadora," Victor murmured.

Without a hint of hesitation, Isadora slipped her arms around his neck.

She leaned in close, pressing gentle kisses across his strong brows, down the elegant bridge of his nose—soft, lingering pecks, one after another.

Finally, her lips found his, leaving her mark there-tender, claiming.

Victor hadn't expected her to kiss him like this-not with such fervor, not with such abandon.

His eyes darkened, breath catching in his throat; in the quiet darkness of the rooftop, the sound was impossibly loud.

As Isadora started to pull back, Victor's hand caught her at the nape of her neck, drawing her in. His lips came down on hers, fierce and hungry.

The kiss deepened, turning wild and intoxicating as he tasted her sweetness, teasing and devouring in turns.

They traded soft breaths, each touch leaving Isadora dizzy, lost in his embrace. Fireworks still bloomed in the night sky, a riot of color above them.

In a shadowed corner of the rooftop, Magnus watched. His eyes burned scarlet, like a wolf's—fixed on the couple locked in their passionate kiss.

His hands clenched so tightly by his sides that the veins stood out starkly against his skin.

Tonight was Isadora's birthday party.

Magnus had driven, almost on autopilot, to the Vaughan family estate. But he hadn't gone inside.

He didn't want to ruin her happiness on her special day.

On the passenger seat beside him, nearly a dozen cell phones were scattered.

Isadora had blocked his number.

Every time he'd tried to reach out-every message, every call-she never replied.

So he bought more phones. Ten of them. Every time he missed her, he'd send a message from a different number.

Today was her birthday, and Magnus couldn't help himself; he sent her a simple, "Happy birthday."

he pressed send than Elise

He didn't pick up.

didn't need to be

then—every year around this time, he'd

guilt

of the Vaughan estate,

in his

grabbing a guest and demanding

how he learned the

to rush inside, to

pulled out of the driveway, Isadora in the passenger

the gas and trailed them all the

with all the love she used to give him-Magnus felt something tear inside. The

whole body shaking as if every ounce of strength had been

smile, the light in her eyes-affection he'd once

all, clear as

jealousy

he'd believed she still

now, the realization was

fighting the

took one heavy step toward

end, he

the rooftop, Victor finally released Isadora when she

her, eyes smoldering, dark with

heart thundered in her

intention of letting things go any further-not here, not on a rooftop

and tucking loose hair behind her ear as she tried

asked, "Why are you

the security footage-just

was low and rough with desire. "Whether you did it or not doesn't matter. You're my girlfriend. No one gets to hurt you and get away

Her voice was barely

that I'll

don't be

Vaughan. Why don't you be

he drew her hand toward

in surprise, yanking her hand away as

face turned even redder, her whole body flushed. Her voice was flustered,

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