Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 209

Isadora liked to think that things with Magnus were really, truly over.

He was the one who showed up out of the blue today.

He was the one rambling on about forgiveness, as if she’d asked him to confess and beg for her pardon.

He just happened to walk in at the wrong moment.

Isadora considered her options, deciding it was best to start with something neutral to ease the tension in the car.

“So, what brings you here all of a sudden?”

Victor glanced up at her, his voice cool and detached. “I had a feeling someone was sneaking snacks behind my back this morning, so I came to see for myself. Turns out my girlfriend’s got quite a few tricks up her sleeve.”

Isadora pressed her fingers to her temple, exasperated. “Victor, could you please just say what you mean?”

A mocking smirk tugged at his lips. “Why? Am I not as gentle as he is?”

She met his gaze, her voice steady. “No matter how much I try to deny it, Magnus was my boyfriend once. If that bothers you, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“That’s your explanation?” Victor’s eyes narrowed, his tone as cold and sharp as midnight. He spoke through clenched teeth.

Isadora turned away, staring out the window, her lips set in quiet defiance. “If you don’t trust me, then no matter how much I explain, you won’t really listen.”

Victor suddenly reached over, his hand gripping the back of her neck and forcing her to face him. His eyes locked onto hers, icy and unyielding. “Why don’t you try explaining properly and see if I won’t listen? Or… is it that you don’t want to explain at all? Have you gone soft on him?”

Isadora tried to pull away, but the cramped back seat left her nowhere to go. Victor’s presence was oppressive, crowding in on her.

“Could you stop being so childish?”

He let out a cold laugh. “Childish? If you can’t stand being around me, why’d you get in the car in the first place?”

No matter what she said, tempers were flaring. There was no way to talk this out right now.

Maybe a little space was what they needed.

She pushed him away and reached for the door handle, ready to step out.

He suddenly grabbed her chin, his palm pressing hard against her throat.

Isadora stared back at him, meeting his fierce, narrow-eyed glare.

For the first time, she saw a darkness in his eyes—as though she were a stranger.

Victor’s voice was low and sharp, laced with bitter accusation. “Isadora, have you forgotten how we began?”

She couldn’t find her voice.

“This game started when I said it did. You don’t get to decide when it ends.”

It took her a moment before she could speak. “Mr. Fitzgerald, don’t you already have a fiancée—and plenty of childhood sweethearts? Why waste your time on me?”

He smiled, the expression twisted and dangerous, making his striking features even more unsettling.

“Because I want to. And I’m not done with you yet.”