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.

and wrapped his fingers around

there was a sharp

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

tore

his blood seeming to freeze.

stain appeared across his

around watched in stunned

Dear God.

was playing this twisted game so casually—all just to amuse a

of Victor's arrogance, recklessness, and brutality

And then-Victor's hand still

Isadora's-one knife after another flew from her hand, landing in the flesh of Preston's

drenched in sweat another wave of wetness spreading across his pants, his

real-life human dartboard. Well, more like a terrifying game of darts. As things got going, she found it oddly entertaining, even remarkingo casually, "Not

ve

her a sidelong look, his eyes dark with humor.

warning, Victor covered Isadora's eyes with his

speed, plunging deep

to pour from the

lurching upright in

Isadora could only hear