Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 394

Chapter 397

The night was deep and still.

Moonlight spilled through the balcony like a gauzy veil, casting a gentle, silvery haze over the bedroom. Everything felt warm and peaceful, wrapped in the hush of midnight.

Isadora lay in bed, arms draped around the man beside her, instinctively seeking the comfort of his familiar, pine-scented warmth.

It had been a long, exhausting day.

She was so tired.

She'd thought she wouldn't be able to sleep in the Fitzgerald family's grand estate.

But now, drowsiness weighed heavily on her.

"Victor..." she murmured, half-asleep.

Victor's dark eyes lingered on her, deep and intent. He stroked her soft curls with

a gentle hand, his voice low and tender. "What is it?"

Maybe she was already dreaming. With her eyes closed, Isadora whispered, "Good... night."

Moments later, the room fell silent, save for the steady, peaceful rhythm of her breathing.

She slept quietly, curled up like a kitten.

long while, then bent and pressed a gentle

"Goodnight, my Isadora."

he slipped carefully out from

and left the

Victor stepped into the hallway, the softness in his gaze faded,

main house flanked by four smaller wings, all in timeless, classical

in black from

the back garden, and paused at the door of a room in

door

slumped in a carved wooden chair, looking drawn

elegant, slate-grey suit she'd chosen

seem surprised to see Victor. Resting on her knees was a

her, one hand in his pocket, his eyes cold and unreadable. "Why did

hoarse.

his tone icy. "Would Pattie have dared act without

respect-even Dorian Fitzgerald had deferred to her. No one had ever

her own hands

her expression

gave the order?" she snapped. "Victor, do

pause, his voice

a finger on Isadora again. This is the last time I'll

sound broke

photograph of Dorian at

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