Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 181

Isadora came to in a warehouse.

It wasn't especially large or small—just a dim, chilly space lined with stacks of lumber and steel beams. A battered wooden table and chair stood near the heavy metal door.

Her hands were tied behind her back, her mouth stuffed with a wad of cloth. A lingering numbness in her limbs reminded her of the drug; she was weak, barely able to move.

For a split second, she was transported back to the memory of her last kidnapping.

A cold shudder ran down her spine. Fear crept in, icy and relentless.

Suddenly, the metal door screeched open from the outside.

Blinding white light flooded the room. Then, as the door slammed shut, the space plunged back into gloom.

A muscular man in black jeans and a black shirt stalked in.

"Mmmph..."

The next instant, the cloth was yanked from Isadora's mouth.

The kidnapper wore a black mask, revealing only a pair of fierce, predatory eyes.

"Miss Vaughan. We meet again."

The voice sent a jolt of recognition through her. "It's you..."

"You slipped away last time. This time, you won't get so lucky."

"Who sent you? If it's money you want, I

my little cocktail, and

over her helpless form. She could see the gleam in his

his hand extending

her, another man appeared in the doorway—a tall guy with a jagged scar running down

scarred man growled. "That guy who showed up last time put half of us in the hospital for months. We're just here for

first kidnapper shrugged, pulling his hand back and

a woman was shoved through the door-elegant, statuesque, and perfectly composed in a

flashed a sly, twisted grin. "Well, look at that. Magnus's past and present all in one place. You ladies

eyes with Elise for a moment. Then

unbroken. She looked down at Isadora with a cold, sharp

sat huddled against the wall-her clothes filthy

this

kidnappers said, both she and Elise had been taken at the same

only

see, Isadora,”

to engage. This was not

"Oh, come on. Every time you act like this, you

Crack!

striking Isadora's cheek. Pain blossomed across her face, leaving a hot, stinging

Isadora gasped.

later, Elise seized her hair, yanking her head up until

though Elise might rip her scalp

Magnus and

sound brittle. But as she