Chapter 172

After speaking, Scales' eyes darted around, and suddenly, it clicked-why hadn't he thought of that before?

He whipped out his phone and shot off a quick message to Elise:

"Magnus is drunk. Come to The Ace's Den. He's your responsibility tonight."

When Elise arrived, Magnus was alone in the hotel room, already sprawled across the sofa in a deep sleep. The usual cold, arrogant air about him had vanished, replaced instead by the sharp scent of whiskey that filled the entire room, even before she got close.

Elise stood there, watching him, her resolve hardening.

This time, she couldn't afford to mess it up again.

She clutched the hotel key card Scales had given her and called for a bellboy to help haul Magnus up to the suite Scales had booked. The door swung open, and together, they managed to heave Magnus onto the massive white king-sized bed.

It took all of Elise's strength to peel off Magnus's shirt, revealing a lean, sculpted torso and a set of abs that could've been chiseled from marble.

She shrugged off her own shawl and leaned over him, fingers fumbling with his belt. Just as she was working at the buckle, Magnus rolled over, murmuring softly, "Isadora... Isadora, don't leave me."

Elise froze at the name.

Isadora. Again.

sweetest, most coaxing voice,

and lost in his own world,

exploded with

No way.

He was completely wasted.

his clothes off, it wouldn't matter he was

had come

Isadora's, and slipped

again, letting

Isadora never

Isadora's soft voice,

a voice he hadn't heard in so long. He rolled

"You're mine. Only mine!"

to be with

her voice tremble, "Yes, yes, I'm yours... I'm yours. Tear my dress off,

Magnus's bloodshot eyes snapped open, staring right

heart stuttered-had

just a reflex. He was far too drunk to know

he growled, then ripped the blue dress from her body and claimed her with

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with a splitting headache. He shielded his eyes from the harsh

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