Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 29

Victor’s eyes lifted in an arch that brooked no argument. “I’ll admit, not bad at all.”

Isadora agreed—though she’d sooner die than ever raise her voice around Victor again.

She was about to protest, to ask Victor how she’d suddenly become the villain in his story, when—

Suddenly, in the deep velvet of the night sky, a shower of vibrant, multicolored shooting stars streaked overhead, leaving glimmering trails in their wake.

Isadora’s gaze shot upward, her eyes shining with wonder. The long sweep of her lashes trembled in awe.

She’d seen shooting stars before, but never a meteor shower like this.

“It’s a meteor shower—Victor, look! Look!” she squealed, grabbing his arm and shaking it in her excitement.

Victor glanced down at her delicate fingers wrapped around his arm, then followed her gaze up to her face.

Isadora was utterly transfixed, her features alight with joy as she watched the heavens. A few strands of dark hair framed her face, and in that moment her bright eyes and radiant smile outshone even the meteors above.

Victor’s gaze darkened, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“It’s beautiful,” Isadora whispered. “Let’s make a wish!”

She quickly released his arm, pressing her hands together beneath her chin, and closed her eyes in a silent, earnest prayer.

The warmth and softness of her touch slipped from his skin, and Victor’s handsome brow creased in clear displeasure.

When Isadora finished her wish, she became suddenly aware of the intense, heated gaze fixed on her.

She turned slowly to meet Victor’s eyes, caught off guard, and gave a sheepish little laugh.

“Heh… It’s just, it’s my first time seeing a meteor shower, so I sort of copied what I’ve seen others do.”

Victor’s lips curled in a lazy, almost mocking smirk. “If wishes really came true, the heavens would have their hands full.”

Ouch. More like a punch to the gut than a gentle tease.

Isadora immediately felt ridiculous for what she’d just done—especially in front of Victor.

Her eyes dropped, her tone crestfallen. “You’re probably right.”

Victor watched as the spark in her eyes faded, leaving behind only disappointment. Somehow, it rubbed him the wrong way.

Wishing on a shooting star was silly, sure—but the way she’d looked, so full of hope, was far better than the defeated look she wore now.

He clicked his tongue against his teeth, almost absentmindedly.

“Well, if the heavens can’t grant your wish, Isadora, maybe I can.”

But who was the Fitzgerald family? Who was Victor? Wealthy, powerful, at the very top of Capitolion’s social pyramid.

And she? Just the forgotten daughter of the Vaughan family.

Could one reckless night between them really mean anything?

Isadora froze, embarrassment flickering in her eyes. “Forget I said anything.”

Isadora, you idiot. Is that all the courage you’ve got?

Victor shot her a look. “If you want to be my woman, I expect you to be clean.”

She blurted, “I am clean—you know that.”

The words slipped out before she realized what she was saying.

She could’ve bitten her tongue—what a stupid thing to say!

Victor’s gaze sharpened, lips quirking in a way she couldn’t read. In a single motion, he slid his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his solid frame.

His lips brushed her ear. “I know your body’s clean. But I want your heart to be, too.”

Isadora just stared at him, stunned. Victor’s low, husky voice rumbled again.