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."

into the waltz, sparking a wave of murmurs and

steely. "This relationship is ancient history. Your apologies don't mean

she spoke, she caught a 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

love you. I don't want us to

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

times—there's nothing left

on someone else. His

said nothing. Something this

stung with

not know her, after five

seen it before, when she'd looked at him with

see you get hurt. You

for the concern, Magnus. Always so

over the dancing couples. His expression darkened, voice

dance, aren't we? Let's

up when she heard Victor's low, rumbling voice beside

was making a move

him a slow, sultry

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