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.

long while, then bent and pressed

"Goodnight, my Isadora."

moment, he slipped carefully out from under

and left

the hallway, the softness in his

its main house flanked by

rear wing, his posture composed and commanding, dressed in black

and paused at the door of

door

a carved wooden chair, looking drawn

suit she'd chosen that afternoon,

on her

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

voice was ragged, hoarse. "That was Pattie's

laugh, his tone icy. "Would Pattie have dared

respect-even Dorian Fitzgerald had deferred

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

her

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

colder. After a long pause, his voice cut through the room like a

again. This is the last time I'll

The sharp sound broke the

the photograph of Dorian

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