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

cold, steely. "This relationship is ancient history. Your

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

tone was earnest. "No, I love you.

exasperation. "But I don't love you. I've told you

nothing left

noticed the way her eyes lingered on someone else. His voice grew tight. "You're in love with him,

said nothing. Something this personal didn't deserve

eyes stung

know

in her eyes; he'd seen it before, when she'd looked at him

between us, I don't want to see you get hurt. You and Victor-he'll only break

for the concern, Magnus. Always so thoughtful,

over the dancing couples. His expression darkened, voice cold and flat

to dance, aren't we?

given up when she heard

was making a move

him a slow, sultry

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