Chapter 166

Victor didn't even bother to look up. "Sorry, I'm colorblind."

Mary frowned, piqued.

Was he just... completely uninterested?

She had a body that could make most men weak at the knees-she'd gotten used to the stares, the flirtatious grins, even the occasional nosebleed. But Victor? Not even a flicker of interest.

Did he have any idea how many men would kill for a chance to tear that dress off her?

Meanwhile, Magnus trailed closely behind Isadora, matching her every step.

Without warning, he reached out and spun her around, drawing her into his arms. In a smooth movement, he swept her straight onto the dance floor.

Isadora instantly tried to pull away, but tonight, the ballroom was packed with reporters-paparazzi just waiting to pounce on a headline. The last thing she wanted was to draw more attention.

She lowered her voice, her words edged with anger.

"What are you doing? Magnus, do you even realize what you're doing right now? This is harassment."

He looked contrite. "I just wanted to talk to you. Really talk."

the striking couple gliding into the waltz, sparking a

is ancient history. Your apologies don't

glimpse of Victor from the corner of her eye. He was watching them, his gaze icy and unreadable, like a winter storm about to break. Her heart clenched, unbidden. Even though she and Victor had

tone was earnest. "No, I love you. I don't want us

gave way to exasperation. "But I don't love

nothing left

her eyes lingered on someone else. His

this

stung with

not know

look in her eyes; he'd seen it before, when she'd

us, I don't want to see you get hurt. You and

the concern, Magnus. Always so thoughtful, even as an

expression darkened, voice cold and

dance, aren't

had just about given up when she heard Victor's low, rumbling

was making a

gave him a

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