Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

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 kiss to her

"Goodnight, my Isadora."

he slipped carefully

and left

stepped into the hallway, the softness in his gaze faded, replaced by a flash of

its main house flanked by four smaller

and commanding, dressed in black from head to toe. His footsteps echoed sharply in the quiet

long corridor, crossed the back garden, and

the door

carved

wearing the elegant, slate-grey suit she'd chosen

to see Victor. Resting on her knees was a

his pocket, his eyes cold and

hoarse. "That was

a mirthless laugh, his tone icy. "Would Pattie have dared act without your

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

never imagined her own grandson-the boy she'd raised with her own hands -would defy her,

her expression

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

a long pause, his

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

The sharp sound

hurled the photograph of