Another VIP hospital room.
Elise arrived, carrying a thermos of homemade chicken broth she’d simmered for three hours. She wore a floral dress under a knitted cardigan, her makeup flawless and every curl in place. When she stepped inside, she found the room cold and empty—no one was there.
Just as she turned to look for him, a nurse wheeled Magnus into the room.
“Magnus, where were you? You just had surgery. You should be resting.”
Magnus’s eyes, usually warm, were icy and sharp as he studied Elise, staring at her as if she were a stranger.
His gaze made her skin crawl. She reached up, touching her own face nervously.
“Magnus… what’s wrong, big brother? Is there something on my face?”
Magnus gestured for the nurse to leave them alone.
Once the door closed, his voice was steady but cold. “I need to ask you something.”
Elise blinked, trying to sound light. “Magnus, why so serious?”
“When you and Isadora were kidnapped… did you have any part in it?”
A loud clatter echoed through the room.
Elise went pale as the words hit her. Her grip loosened, and the thermos slipped from her hand, spilling golden broth all over the floor.
She rushed to his side, grabbing the armrest of his wheelchair. “Magnus, why would you say that? Who told you that—was it Isadora?”
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The readers' comments on the novel: Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)
It takes too long to get to the point. Too much unnecessary in between in all of these books. Too many extra characters, the authors lose the plot after a while....