Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 168

A haze of smoke blurred the woman's features.

Yet her sultry gaze could draw anyone in with a single glance-she was almost otherworldly, like a modern-day siren.

Isadora recognized her instantly: she was the woman who'd just been dancing with Victor.

Without a word, Isadora kept walking, letting the silence linger between them as she tried to pass.

Suddenly, a delicate hand reached out and blocked her path.

"Miss Vaughan, isn't it? I'm the heiress of Mary M Boutique," the woman purred. Her voice was as enticing as her eyes, made husky by too many cigarettes.

Isadora paused, turning to meet her. "Can I help you?"

"What exactly is your relationship with Fitzgerald?”

Isadora frowned. "I don't see how that's any of your business."

Mary exhaled a slow stream of smoke, the already cramped corridor thickening with the scent.

Isadora took a cautious step back.

"I've set my sights on him," Mary declared. "Whatever you two have going on, I want him. I want to sleep with him."

brazen admission

maybe you should tell him that yourself.

intuition says you two

women in Northmarch speak this bluntly? Isadora

me wrong, I'm not looking

is he in bed? He

this woman thought Victor

times in one night," Isadora replied coolly. "What

up. "Oh my god, just my

bad you won't get

stalked off, frustration simmering beneath her

the music faded, the party gradually picked up again clinking glasses, laughter, and endless rounds

among the well-heeled guests drifted back to world economics. Victor and Magnus stood together on

Someone called out, "Cheers!"

Magnus raised their glasses. The tension between them

in a low, ice-cold voice. "Victor, I

wine, lazy and unconcerned. "Did you enjoy the

teeth. "You

clicked his tongue. "Free movie for you, and you don't even

and twisted, Isadora

just smirked, his