Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

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.

healthy now. He didn't need

around this time, he'd always left Isadora alone to

guilt and self-loathing twisted inside

to drift out of the Vaughan estate, chatting and laughing as

spotted Magnus sitting in his car,

demanding to know what had happened

he learned the

rush inside,

out of the driveway, Isadora in the passenger

floored the gas and trailed them all the way

man's arms, kissing him with all the love she used to give him-Magnus felt something tear inside. The pain

shaking as if

the light in her eyes-affection he'd

all, clear

jealousy or hatred like

believed she still

the realization was absurdly

fighting

his teeth, he took one heavy step

he turned and walked

the rooftop, Victor finally released Isadora when she was breathless,

her, eyes smoldering, dark with

thundered in her

any further-not here,

sitting up and tucking loose hair behind her ear as she

herself, Isadora asked, "Why are you

security footage-just supported her, believed in her,

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

night sky. Her voice was barely above

afraid I'll fall so far into this dream that I'll never find my

please don't be so good

leaned back, lazily. "Alright then, Miss Vaughan.

her hand

surprise, yanking her hand away

her whole body flushed. Her voice