Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 498

Victor's handsome face remained gentle as he pulled a napkin from the table. He took her hand in his, carefully wiping away the fish stew that had splashed onto her skin-slow, deliberate, making sure not a drop was left behind.

Isadora watched him. His black shirt was stained far worse than her hand, but Victor only bowed his head, focused entirely on cleaning her up.

Under the warm, dim light, his long lashes cast delicate shadows against his sharply defined jaw. Something ached deep inside Isadora, spreading quietly through her chest and limbs. Her voice came out rough as she bit her lip, trying to explain, “I... I didn't mean to. I swear."

Victor tossed the napkin in the trash, his gaze gentle as moonlight glancing through a midnight sky. His voice was low and soothing, "I'm not angry with you."

A prickling heat stung at the corners of Isadora's eyes. She gripped his hand tightly, her voice trembling. "But I said such terrible things. I was awful..."

She knew she shouldn't have lashed out at him-none of this was Victor's fault. If anyone was hurting after Pudding was gone, it was Victor. How could she have said those words, stabbing at a wound that wasn't his to bear?

Victor reached up and cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing gently across the tear at the corner of her eye. His words were quiet and patient. "I know, Isadora. That's why I'm not upset."

Her eyes burned even hotter. She buried her face against his chest, hands twisting up the front of his shirt until the smooth fabric wrinkled between her fingers.

myself. If it wasn't for

holding her close. His deep voice was steady, "He wouldn't

with tears. "If I ever lose it

up, locking eyes with her. Her gaze

leaned down, his lips finding hers—a kiss, hot and desperate, tinged

clenched painfully in his

her lips. "If I can't accept all of you, what kind of man

*

out of her bedroom frowning as a commotion echoed from the next room. She turned just in

on earth are

smaller bag, piped up, "Are

she couldn't stay

expert at hiding from people-and trouble. If she could just get out of the city, find some quiet corner

dog was dead. Isadora would be after her for sure. Best to disappear now and plan her next

eyes flashed