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.

a long while, then bent and pressed a gentle kiss to her

"Goodnight, my Isadora."

slipped carefully out from under

and left the

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

fortress-grand and imposing, with its main house

dressed in black from head to toe.

the back garden, and paused

opened the door and stepped

slumped in a carved wooden

suit she'd chosen that afternoon, but

surprised to see Victor. Resting on her knees

pocket, his eyes cold and unreadable. "Why did you do those things

voice was ragged, hoarse.

tone icy. "Would Pattie have

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

own hands -would defy her, again and again, all for the sake

darkened her

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

his voice

lay a finger on Isadora again. This is the last

sound broke the

hurled the photograph of Dorian

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