Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 384

Isadora's eyes shimmered an unexpected wave of heartache stung behind her lashes.

She bit her lip hard, forcing herself to swallow the ache.

Victor stepped closer, reaching out his hand, long fingers tense and uncertain.

Instinctively, Isadora took a step back.

She nearly bumped into Terrell, who was standing right behind her.

That single step backward made it look as if she was about to fall into Terrell's arms.

Victor caught the movement; his eyes darkened, a sharp pang of jealousy flickering beneath the surface.

Terrell quickly regained his composure and stepped forward, shielding Isadora with his body.

"Victor, now you show up? Isn't it a little late for that?"

Victor lifted his gaze to the man in front of him, his expression cold and unyielding. He spat out a single word: "Leave."

Even Terrell, who'd seen his share of drama, was momentarily startled by Victor's ruthless glare.

The air around Victor seemed charged with anger, his presence radiating a domineering authority.

Isadora clenched her hands so tightly her nails dug into her palms, the sting of pain cutting through her confusion and bringing her back to herself.

She looked at Terrell and spoke, her voice low and hoarse, "Mr. Fawcett, didn't you say you'd drive me home? Let's go."

Terrell's tone softened. "Of course."

pressed the button on her key fob, unlocking her red

she could get in, Victor strode forward and

slam as Victor forcefully closed the

eyes glinting with a desperate, icy light. His voice, usually so composed, was now tinged with pleading. "Come with

avoiding his gaze. For a split second, her eyes glistened

his expression shifting from hope to anguish. He swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing as he struggled for words. "Let

before a

stepping

Victor. Isadora's been through enough for one

my girlfriend. This is

anyone so arrogant, so

and shoved Victor, yanking him backward

winced, his tall

stumbling back several steps.

drained from

him alarmingly pale.

the distance, Kemp watched the scene unfold, nerves on

shoulder still

fresh

ife wound-barely

and now

likely torn opens

that rough shove.

MS

so the blood wouldn't show.

how badly he was