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!"

I figured you wanted to plow right through it. Otherwise,

her a split second too long to process.

they finally pulled up outside Summit Crest

out of the car, her legs felt like jelly. She shot a glare at the Lamborghini, as if it was the car's fault

"Idiot," she muttered.

her flustered expression adorable. He reached over and ruffled her hair, grinning. "You just need more

her eyes. "Thanks, but I'll

Inside the house.

shooed Victor toward

it in the dark car, but now, with the bedroom lights on, she saw how flushed he was. His entire face-and even his bare arms-were red with fever, radiating

to keep it together

but Victor caught her hand before

and

help scolding him. "Do you have any idea how high

not a hundred and two, it's

curled into a faint, feverish smile.

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

tried to pull away. "Worried, my

hand free, she stood up and marched

towel from the rack, soaked it in

the

his eyes,

Gone was

he looked almost fragile. The