Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 480

Isadora heard a sound and slowly opened her eyes.

She lifted her head, her amber eyes blinking in confusion at the man suddenly standing in the doorway.

Their gazes collided in the golden hush of evening; for a moment, neither said a word.

Outside, dusk had painted the sky in soft amber, its light spilling through the balcony and bathing the room in a warm, gilded glow.

Victor strode forward, stopping by the couch. He knelt on one knee and studied her, his eyes scanning her face. Then, without another word, he reached out and pulled her tightly into his arms.

God only knew how frantic he'd been when she vanished.

And the flood of emotion that crashed over him the moment he saw her message -he could barely describe it.

As Victor wrapped her in his embrace, Isadora instinctively pressed her hand against his chest, keeping a small but definite distance between them.

He felt her hesitation and narrowed his dark eyes, searching her face. "What's wrong?" he asked quietly.

Isadora didn't answer right away.

She knew that photo had been sent with malicious intent-someone had deliberately used it to bait her.

She couldn't let herself fall for it, couldn't risk Victor being threatened because of her.

Brocade Heights. Good

to

Nannie getting that close to him, her greedy longing -made Isadora's skin crawl. The idea of returning to the Fitzgerald estate

here, to

she could be so

until her stomach lurched. Isadora clapped her hand over her mouth

her lips. Isadora took them from his hand and wiped her

gaze was steady, almost piercing, as if he were

her resistance-subtle, but sharp enough to

from the table and handed it

puzzled, but accepted it and opened the

saw the photo, he

seen this shot before, not exactly. But he remembered

how much this

side, Victor braced his hands on either side of her, fixing her with

lashes were lowered, her amber eyes unreadable,

words. "I don't know who took this photo. I'm guessing it was someone working

too much to drink and was lying on the couch to The moment

silent, her hands clenching tightly

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