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.

she'd texted him: Don't worry, I'm at Brocade Heights. Good luck at today's board meeting. Come

how rational she tried to

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

come here,

she could

lurched. Isadora clapped her hand over

a few tissues from the table, reaching out to dab her lips. Isadora took them from his hand and wiped

piercing, as if he were trying to see straight through to her

her resistance-subtle, but sharp enough

phone from the table and handed it to Victor, her voice calm

at the phone, puzzled, but accepted it and opened

he saw the photo, he

shot before, not exactly. But he remembered the day, remembered what had

now just how

either side of

lashes were lowered, her amber eyes unreadable, her face almost

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

to drink and was lying on the couch to The moment I saw her

hands clenching tightly in her

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