Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 489

After their stroll, they returned to the car.

Victor lounged in the driver's seat, looking relaxed and slightly overheated. He'd undone two buttons on his shirt sleeves, and his hand rested lazily on the wheel. With a sidelong glance, he drawled, "Ready to go home now, Mrs. Fitzgerald?"

His words jogged Isadora's memory. She glanced at him, her tone layered with meaning. "Which home?"

Victor arched an eyebrow, not quite following her line of questioning.

She was thinking of that photo-the one taken at the Fitzgerald estate.

Victor seemed determined not to spoil the rare, easy mood between them by stumbling into a trap of his own making.

"Your place," he answered.

Isadora shot him a look. At least he knew when to play it safe.

Just as Victor started the engine, foot hovering over the gas, Isadora broke the silence. "Can we make one more stop?"

gaze

we go back to that hilltop

his tongue. "What's this-feeling

rolled her eyes. "I heard there's going to be a meteor shower tonight, between ten and midnight. That spot

had barely left her lips before Victor's mouth curled into

remembered that night on the hilltop-making a wish under the stars. He'd called her naïve, even accused her of being ungrateful. Back then, she didn't really understand what

looking back, it was obvious-he'd

up on her, and she snapped, "Well? Are

not?"

had crept into her delicate ear. Without warning, he reached across the console and gently pinched her earlobe-warm, soft, startlingly hot to

spread across his lips. "Of course. If

found themselves back at that quiet,

Elise Harrison out of the pool, the e sting of laughter and ridicule from the others. Victor had swept her away, up here,

she fell for him, but something changed inside her that night. Back then, she

studded with stars like scattered gemstones-so close it felt as if you could reach out and pluck them from the velve darkness. The air was crisp and fresh, tinged with the scent of earth. She took a few

the convertible, side by side,

laid out before them like a living