Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 396

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.

bent

"Goodnight, my Isadora."

he slipped carefully out from under the

rose and

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

and imposing, with its main house

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

corridor, crossed the back garden, and paused

the door and stepped

a carved wooden chair,

she'd chosen that afternoon, but her face was

Victor. Resting on her knees was

stood above her, one hand in his pocket, his eyes

ragged, hoarse. "That was Pattie's

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

Dorian Fitzgerald had deferred

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

her

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

colder. After a long pause, his voice cut through

again. This

The sharp sound

photograph of

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