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.

then bent and

"Goodnight, my Isadora."

a moment, he slipped carefully out from

rose and

in his

its main house flanked

composed and commanding, dressed in

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

door

in a carved

chosen that afternoon,

seem surprised to see Victor. Resting on her

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

hoarse. "That was

gave a mirthless laugh, his tone icy. "Would Pattie have

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

her own grandson-the boy she'd raised with her own hands -would

darkened her expression even

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

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

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

The sharp sound broke the

photograph of

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