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

is ancient history.

like a winter storm about to break. Her heart clenched, unbidden. Even though she and Victor had no future together, she couldn't help but

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

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

times—there's nothing left

her eyes lingered on someone else. His voice

nothing. Something this personal didn't deserve

stung with

not know her, after

he'd seen it before,

see you get hurt. You and Victor-he'll

shot him a wry smile. “Well, thanks for the concern, Magnus. Always

swept over the dancing couples. His expression darkened, voice

here to dance, aren't we?

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

he was making a move

gave him a

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