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."

you? If it's money

my little cocktail, and that guy came charging in to play

lingered on the thought, eyes raking over her helpless form. She could

hand extending toward Isadora's

man appeared in the doorway—a tall guy with a jagged scar running

up last time put half of us in the hospital for months. We're just here

kidnapper shrugged, pulling his hand back

through the door-elegant, statuesque, and perfectly composed

"Well, look at that. Magnus's past and present all in one place. You ladies have a lot to

for a moment. Then

untouched, her hands free, her poise unbroken. She looked down at Isadora with

sat huddled against the wall-her clothes filthy and wrinkled, her

this

the kidnappers said, both she and Elise had

only one in such a

no see, Isadora,”

This was not

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

Crack!

out, striking Isadora's cheek. Pain blossomed across her face, leaving

Isadora gasped.

hair, yanking her head up until their

Elise might

me! Magnus and I-we broke

brittle. But as she laughed, tears glimmered in