Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 221

Isadora wasn't paying attention to where she was walking, and before she

realized it, her foot caught on something. She stumbled, arms flailing, completely losing her balance and pitching forward-straight toward the hard edge of a glass coffee table.

For a split second, her mind went utterly blank.

But just as she braced for impact, a strong hand shot out and caught her.

Victor's arm wrapped firmly around Isadora's slim waist and, with a quick pull, he caught her and settled her securely onto his lap.

The familiar scent of pine and cedar washed over her, grounding her as her racing heart finally began to slow.

It all happened so quickly that, by the time the people nearby turned to look, it appeared as if Isadora had thrown herself into Victor's arms without hesitation.

Isadora sat frozen for a moment, her thoughts spinning. Only after a long pause did she finally snap back to herself. Flustered, she scrambled off Victor's lap, refusing to meet his eyes.

Across the room, some women dressed to impress watched the scene unfold, their expressions tinged with thinly veiled derision.

So much for the innocent act, they thought. Looks like the little lamb is really a sly fox.

Isadora felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. She hurried back to her seat, then quietly slipped away to the restroom.

Standing at the sink, she splashed cold water on her face, unsure whether her blush was from lingering fear or simple mortification, but either way, her skin was on fire.

out her phone and texted Wendy: "Let's get

Isadora stepped out of the bathroom-only to see Victor leaning against

effortlessly relaxed, one shoulder propped against the wall, long legs stretched out, a

Victor's dark, lazy gaze drifted over

pressed her lips together and, as she passed him, finally

"Thanks for before."

her face would've smashed right through that glass table-she'd

of those jealous women who'd tried

was low and

Isadora frowned in response.

subject, "Still after

her eyes. "I'll earn it

shortcut. But she also knew better than anyone he was the most dangerous

something occurred to her. Looking

was referring to the

drag on his cigarette, his tone lazy. "I

She blinked. "You did?"

Then he said, voice

stared at

stay patient. "Mr. Fitzgerald, you're not trying to