Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 363

"Isadora!"

Magnus shouted her name.

Isadora heard the man's voice behind her; her eyes flickered, barely betraying any emotion. At the same time, the strong arm around her waist tightened suddenly, possessive and unyielding.

In just a few strides, Magnus blocked their path, planting himself firmly in front of them.

Victor's handsome face was cold and aloof. He curled his lips into a faint, mocking smile. "What is it? Want to see how sharp my aim is tonight?"

Magnus scowled, ignoring Victor completely. His dark eyes were fixed on Isadora, intense and unwavering.

"Isadora, I need to talk to you. Alone."

Before Isadora could reply, Victor cut in without warning. "No."

Magnus clenched his jaw, his voice tight with anger. "Victor, I wasn't talking to you!"

He turned back to Isadora, his gaze deep and desperate. His voice softened, almost pleading. "Isadora, please. Will you?"

Isadora could feel the temperature drop beside her, Victor's presence turning as cold and forbidding as a winter night.

She looked at Magnus and spoke evenly, "There's nothing left for us to say."

Magnus's breath hitched. The color drained from his face, and his fists tightened until his knuckles turned white.

He knew he truly knew-that Isadora didn't love him anymore.

didn't stop the ache in his chest, that raw,

arms, his heart

been hurt still tore him

himself not to come after her, not to humiliate himself, but in the

even closer, almost as if to shield

for a reply, turning with Isadora in his arms, ready to

red-hot fury. He ground his teeth, every word forced out between clenched jaws. "Victor, you'd

eyes icy and sharp, a slow, mocking smile

you have the right

cut like a knife, slicing straight through whatever defenses Magnus had

hadn't

he'd cared

only he'd been there the

differently?

there were no more

it was being ripped apart. The words tumbled out before he could stop

me and Isadora-don't tell me you never cared about

enough, Magnus. Don't make me regret

smallest kindness I ever

you."

trembling, "I'm

looked down at Isadora, his dark eyes locked on

before-more than

Victor's tone was almost lazy, impossible to read. "The past doesn't matter. Why