Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 202

"At least this much," Rowena declared, dramatically holding up eight fingers.

"Isadora, do you even need to start a business? You could sell this and open your very own luxury design studio right away."

Even Isadora couldn't hide her surprise at that number.

She'd always known Victor Fitzgerald wasn't one to go cheap, but this... this was beyond anything she could have imagined. Suddenly, the bracelet on her wrist felt impossibly heavy.

"I read about this in a magazine," Rowena went on, her excitement growing. "This has to be a limited edition from the Northmarch Michelle collection. Every single piece from that brand is a one-of-a-kind treasure. But the real question is-do you know what sapphires symbolize?"

Isadora shook her head.

Rowena's eyes sparkled. "In ancient Greece, they stood for loyalty, deep affection, and devotion."

Hearing that, Isadora's lashes fluttered ever so slightly.

But almost immediately, she brushed that thought aside. She remembered how casually Victor had treated the bracelet yesterday-he'd practically tossed it aside when she hesitated to accept it.

He probably had no idea what sapphires were supposed to mean. He must have just bought it on a whim, nothing more.

*

Rowena, Isadora returned to Brocade Heights, her emotions tangled

sofa in a gray dress shirt, looking utterly relaxed. One arm was tucked behind his head, the other

the door, Victor slowly raised his hand and lazily opened his eyes. They were as dark as polished obsidian, fringed with long lashes, and when he looked at her-still heavy with sleep-there was an intensity in his gaze that sent a

doorway, Isadora was caught off guard, lost in the depths of his

hold its breath.

of moonlight

out his features in the dim light, but

quiet, mingled breaths and the steady tick

sat up, unhurried, and leaned back against the

snapped out of her

Click.

switched on

"Piggy Vaughan, huh? Quite

your phone, disappear without

to slip off her heels and reach for her flats, her delicate waist flashing for a

stay here," she said,

eyes darkening further. His voice dropped, husky and

it off. "I just... don't sleep well in unfamiliar places,