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.

he arrived at her place, she was gone. Hundreds

to track down his own

to send someone

How ironic.

"Why didn't you tell

up close, the scent of pine

but they sent a tremor through Isadora's heart, making her feel as if

barely above a whisper.

awake for a whole week. Your phone's been broken for a week, too? You didn't think to

lip. "It was nothing

his voice suddenly icy and frightening. "Nothing serious? You were kidnapped and thrown off a cliff, and

words struck her like a

she'd been oblivious, she could feel

Just because

of stormy seas. "So in your

I'm not even

worth a thought, even when

fingers dug

broken, but Eleanor had sent a new one the

why hadn't she told

it didn't seem

if he