Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 143

“You’re going to get hurt, Isadora!”

She had to admit it—Magnus had just named the secret she’d been hiding from herself.

Isadora grabbed her phone, found the contact for the man responsible for her sleepless night, and started typing out a message. Her fingers hovered over the screen, tapping out a few hesitant words, but she couldn’t bring herself to hit send. After a long pause, she deleted everything, feeling defeated, and tossed her phone onto the bed.

What was she supposed to ask him—whether he liked her, or if he was just using her to get back at Magnus? Hadn’t she told herself to let things run their course, to go with the flow?

Come on, Isadora, don’t tell me you’re chickening out now…

Just then, her phone rang, shattering the silence.

Isadora froze.

She glanced at the screen and realized, to her horror, that she’d accidentally sent him a string of nonsensical gibberish. No wonder he was calling.

She picked up.

On the other end, his low, velvety voice came through. “Still awake?”

She lowered her voice. “Just about to sleep.”

“What’s wrong? Your voice sounds off.”

“Nothing.”

“Let me see you.”

What?

Did Mr. Fitzgerald not realize she was all the way in Solstrand? No matter how resourceful he was, he couldn’t possibly show up at her door in a matter of minutes… right?

Clearly, Isadora had underestimated him.

The video call request buzzed in the dark, the screen glowing with invitation.

His gaze was hot and predatory, burning right through the distance between them, until she felt his eyes on her like a touch. Even though he was thousands of miles away, his presence was overwhelming.

Isadora’s breath caught, her cheeks flaming. In the next instant, she yanked her comforter over her shoulders, cocooning herself until only her head peeked out.

Victor’s voice was a low, amused rumble. “Why are you hiding? There’s nothing I haven’t already seen.”

“Pervert.”

He pinned her with a look, so intense it was almost drowning. “Only for you.”

Isadora could only stare back, lost for words. There was no winning with this man.

Victor watched the screen, taking in her rosy cheeks and the bashful curve of her lips, and his smile deepened. He’d only been away in Solstrand for two days, but he missed her. He used to travel for work all the time, before she was his, and never felt like this. Maybe people really were greedy—once you tasted something sweet, you could never get enough.

Victor’s eyes were unwavering. “Did you miss me?”