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.

chin on her shoulder. He picked up a knife, placed it in her hand, and wrapped his fingers around hers,

finished speaking, there was a sharp

knife spun like a dart, burying itself into the seat

scream tore through the

blood seeming to freeze. His legs

wet stain

watched

Dear God.

was playing this twisted game so

understanding of Victor's arrogance, recklessness, and brutality reached a

And then-Victor's hand still

landing in the flesh

the end Preston's eyes rolled back. He was drenched in sweat another wave of wetness spreading across his pants,

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

ve

a sidelong look, his eyes dark with humor.

Victor covered Isadora's eyes

deadly speed, plunging deep into the

began to pour

awake with a howl, lurching upright in agony, his

her vision blocked, Isadora could