Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 185

The man wore a cool-toned gray shirt, simple in cut, with the top two buttons undone. His long legs were wrapped in sharply tailored black slacks.

He stood with the light behind him, making it impossible for Isadora to see his face clearly.

All she could make out was the hint of aristocratic detachment on his features- expressionless, with eyes black as obsidian, piercing and remote.

Isadora blinked, stunned to realize it was him.

Her hand slackened, and the sketchbook slipped from the bed to the floor.

Victor strode forward, his face unreadable. He bent, picked up the sketchbook, and placed it gently back into her hands.

"So. Not happy to see me?"

Isadora pressed her lips together. "When did you... come back?"

Victor's steady gaze fixed on the woman in the hospital bed, his voice giving nothing away. "A few days ago."

When he'd heard Isadora was waiting for him on the phone, he'd been in Solstrand, scheduled for another week. But he'd compressed all his meetings into three grueling days, just to surprise her.

From the moment he boarded the plane to when he landed, he hadn't rested

once. He'd told his driver to go straight to Brocade Heights.

her place, she was gone.

to

even had to send someone to

How ironic.

brow furrowed. "Why

close, the scent of pine and tobacco clinging

a tremor through Isadora's heart,

dropped her gaze, her voice barely above a

a cold laugh. "Isadora, you were rescued. You've been awake for a whole week. Your phone's been broken for a week, too? You didn't think to reach out the day after you woke

bit her lip. "It was nothing serious. I didn't

expression turned stormy, his voice suddenly icy and frightening. "Nothing serious? You were

words struck her like a

she could feel his anger

Just because I didn't

stormy seas.

I'm not

a thought, even when you're

dug into her

but Eleanor had sent a new one

why hadn't she

didn't seem

hadn't known if he was back