Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 27

Victor heard the sound and glanced sideways at the woman’s pale face. His hands gripped the steering wheel even tighter as he pressed himself closer to the car door.

He was a world-class racer, and this Ferrari had been expertly modified—speed and stability were never an issue for him.

Even Finley, who prided himself on his nerves of steel, hated riding in Victor’s car. There was one time he’d barely managed to stumble out before he threw up.

Honestly, people just didn’t know how to enjoy life.

“Relax. My driving won’t be a problem,” Victor said, though he eased up on the gas just a little.

Isadora gradually found her rhythm, adjusting to the speed.

She had no idea where Victor was taking her. All she could do was watch as the car shot up an empty overpass, its engine growling in the night.

Victor tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, his voice laced with lazy amusement, “Isadora, look out the window.”

At his words, Isadora turned her head and gazed outside.

Beyond the car windows, the vast, inky ocean sprawled beneath the overpass. The amber glow of streetlights mingled with the scattered brilliance of the stars, turning the sea into a breathtaking tapestry of lights—a wild, sprawling map of the cosmos reflected on water.

It was endless, mesmerizing.

Victor reached out and slid back the Ferrari’s convertible top.

Now, they sat together, the wind whipping through the half-open car. The night air howled past, stinging their cheeks, filling the car with the electric rush of speed.

Victor’s lips curled into a devil-may-care grin. “Take it all in, Isadora.”

Before she could reply, Victor slammed the accelerator. The car surged forward, racing back up to 110 miles per hour.

In that moment, the only sound Isadora could hear was the ferocious wind roaring in her ears. Her eyes drank in the endless panorama—city lights, open skies, the world blurring by. It felt as though they were flying along the city’s edge, untamed and wild.

Her heart was pounding.

Isadora felt herself letting go, the tension melting away. A smile tugged at her lips, growing wider as the wind rushed past, sweeping her into the dizzying thrill of it all.

Her hair whipped loose, wild strands blowing across Victor’s face.

Victor reached up to push her curls away, but his hand lingered, fingers brushing the softness of her hair. For a moment, he watched her, lost in the exhilaration, utterly unguarded.