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!"

barely cracked an eyelid, sounding completely unconcerned. "Oh, I figured you wanted to plow

to process. Then, with a gasp,

later, they finally pulled up outside Summit Crest

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

"Idiot," she muttered.

expression adorable. He reached over and ruffled her hair, grinning. "You just need more practice. Next time, I'll show you

her hair, rolling her eyes. "Thanks,

Inside the house.

immediately shooed Victor

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

couldn't believe he'd managed to

stand up, but Victor caught her hand before she could

voice rough and husky.

couldn't help scolding him. "Do you

right now? If it's not a hundred

faint, feverish smile.

heat pulsed through her palm, seeping up her arm, making her

tried to pull away. "Worried,

she stood up and marched into

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

the

his eyes, brow

Gone was

now, he looked almost fragile. The sight tugged at her