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.

arrived at her place, she was gone. Hundreds of calls

to have to track down his own

even had to send someone

How ironic.

"Why didn't

scent of pine

they sent a tremor through Isadora's

her voice barely above a whisper.

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

nothing serious. I didn't want to

"Nothing serious?

her like

she

angry? Just because I didn't

color of stormy seas. "So

I'm not

worth a thought, even when you're

dug into her

phone had broken, but Eleanor had sent a new one the very next

why hadn't she told

it didn't

hadn't known if he was back in