Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 371

Especially considering this Lamborghini had been customized-the speed was completely off the charts.

Isadora gripped the steering wheel tight, her gaze locked on the road ahead, not daring to blink.

In the passenger seat, Victor couldn't help but chuckle at her tense, battle-ready posture. His voice was low and teasing. "Honestly, you look more dangerous like this."

Isadora licked her lips, eyes never leaving the highway. "Don't talk. Just sit back and relax."

With that, she slammed her foot down on the gas.

The engine roared.

The Lamborghini shot forward like a crazed beast let off its leash.

They flew down the empty road, the world outside blurring past so fast that

Isadora could barely distinguish shapes from shadows.

Her palms were sweating, and she squeezed the wheel even tighter, swallowing hard.

A few minutes passed.

Victor's lazy drawl drifted over. "Go on, floor it."

Isadora bit back a curse. "Floor it?!"

She shot him a wide-eyed look. "You think we're not going fast enough? There's a red light up ahead!"

"Oh, I figured you wanted to plow right through it.

long to process. Then, with

finally pulled up

jelly. She shot a glare at the Lamborghini,

"Idiot," she muttered.

ruffled her hair, grinning. "You just need more practice.

her eyes. "Thanks,

Inside the house.

shooed Victor toward the

on, she saw how

believe he'd managed to keep it together this

but Victor caught

frowned, voice rough and husky. "Where are you

scolding him. "Do you have any idea how high

If it's not a hundred

faint, feverish smile. "You're worried

to his cheek. The heat pulsed through her palm, seeping up her arm, making her

to pull away. "Worried,

free, she stood up and marched into

towel from the rack, soaked it in cold water, and wrung it

in the

his eyes, brow

was

he looked almost fragile. The sight tugged