Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 362

"All of this... she made me do it. She tricked me into it-I lost my head. Otherwise, how could I have ever dared mess with your girl, Victor?"

Victor lifted his chin, his gaze dark and fathomless as he looked at Isadora. A slow, dangerous smile crept across his lips. "Mess with her, is it? You want to play?"

Isadora tilted her head, expression cool. "Play? What do you mean?"

Victor's smile widened, as if they were discussing nothing more serious than the weather. "However you want-whatever makes you happy."

Anyone listening felt a chill run down their spine.

Isadora let out a laugh, her clear eyes shining with a mischievous glint as she looked at the man in front of her.

"Let's play, then."

Victor gave a brief command. "Bring me a few knives."

Finley let out a resigned sigh.

Of all the people to provoke, why did they have to pick Isadora?

Now Victor's more ruthless side was about to break loose.

Finley returned with a white porcelain plate, arranging several sharp steak knives on it before setting it down in front of Victor.

in front of him, resting his chin on her shoulder. He picked up a knife, placed it in her hand, and wrapped his fingers

he finished speaking, there was

dart, burying itself into the seat just between Preston's legs.

tore through the

went pale, his blood seeming

spreading wet stain appeared across

around watched in

Dear God.

playing this twisted game so casually—all just to amuse

and brutality reached a whole

And then-Victor's hand still

hand, landing in the flesh of Preston's

eyes rolled back. He was drenched in sweat another wave of wetness spreading across his pants, his body

terrifying game of darts. As things got going, she found it oddly entertaining, even remarkingo

ve

a sidelong look, his eyes dark with humor. "Not

covered Isadora's eyes with

of steel-a knife flew with deadly speed, plunging deep into the

began to

a howl, lurching upright in agony,

Isadora could