Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 168

A haze of smoke blurred the woman’s features.

Yet her sultry gaze could draw anyone in with a single glance—she was almost otherworldly, like a modern-day siren.

Isadora recognized her instantly: she was the woman who’d just been dancing with Victor.

Without a word, Isadora kept walking, letting the silence linger between them as she tried to pass.

Suddenly, a delicate hand reached out and blocked her path.

“Miss Vaughan, isn’t it? I’m the heiress of Mary M Boutique,” the woman purred. Her voice was as enticing as her eyes, made husky by too many cigarettes.

Isadora paused, turning to meet her. “Can I help you?”

“What exactly is your relationship with Fitzgerald?”

Isadora frowned. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

Mary exhaled a slow stream of smoke, the already cramped corridor thickening with the scent.

Isadora took a cautious step back.

“I’ve set my sights on him,” Mary declared. “Whatever you two have going on, I want him. I want to sleep with him.”

The brazen admission unsettled Isadora.

“Mary, maybe you should tell him that yourself. I’m afraid I can’t help you.”

Mary smirked. “You don’t mind? My intuition says you two have already slept together.”

Do all women in Northmarch speak this bluntly? Isadora wondered, her discomfort showing.

Mary grinned mischievously. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking for a relationship. Just tell me—how is he in bed? He doesn’t exactly strike me as the cold, disinterested type.”

Isadora had no idea why this woman thought Victor might be frigid. The directness was infuriating.

“Seven times in one night,” Isadora replied coolly. “What do you think?”

Mary’s eyes lit up. “Oh my god, just my type!”

“Too bad you won’t get the chance.”

With that, Isadora stalked off, frustration simmering beneath her composure.