Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 204

What are you even talking about?!

Isadora was exasperated. Before she could stop herself, she blurted out, "I'm talking about your childhood friend!"

Victor's eyes flickered. "You mean yourself?"

"Victor!"

Her voice rang out, crisp and melodic, edged with annoyance. Her eyes sparkled like the stars scattered across a summer night, making her delicate features even more enchanting.

Victor held her gaze, his eyes darkening with a flash of desire that smoldered just below the surface. His voice dropped, low and husky, "My hearing's just fine. But honestly, I much prefer the sounds you make in bed over you yelling at me right now."

Isadora deflated a little, staring at the handsome man before her. She spoke seriously, "I know the way we started was... complicated. But when you're with me, I want it to be just us-no one else."

With that, she pushed him aside and hurried toward the bedroom, her steps small but determined.

retreating figure-suddenly looking a little lonely-he strode after her, his presence filling the hallway. He caught up and, without warning, swept her

someone been bothering

up with you. That

acknowledged-except for Isadora herself. Not that she remembered. She'd forgotten those days: when she'd clung to her stuffed rabbit and come to him, asking if she could keep

was talking about

mind, a cold edge sharpening

his tone more earnest than she'd ever heard. "There's no

*

next morning, Fitzgerald

is home!" the housekeeper

set her cup down. Across from her, Nannie Hayes felt

in a crisp white shirt and grey slacks, his suit jacket draped over his arm, moving with the easy confidence of someone who belonged everywhere he

she hurried over. "You rascal, you never call ahead when you come home," she scolded, giving him