Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 28

Isadora downed her drink in one go, then grinned. “That was a rush.”

Victor lowered his gaze, giving her a searching, almost enigmatic look.

Whatever shadows had lingered in her eyes earlier seemed to have vanished. Now, there was only a spark of openness and laughter in her expression.

From his vantage point above her, Victor’s deep eyes swept over the city sprawled below the hillside.

This was his secret retreat.

Whenever he was in a bad mood, he’d race up here, let the wind whip through his hair, and take in the endless city lights. It always left him feeling alive and clear-headed.

Tonight, seeing her struggle to keep her emotions in check, he’d brought her here on a whim.

He took a sip from the bottle of water she’d left untouched.

“Sometimes, you need a little adrenaline to really unwind.”

At his words, Isadora glanced up at him. Victor stood tall beside her, his shadow falling over her in the night.

He was strikingly handsome, always carrying himself with an air of quiet self-restraint—yet there was something wild and untamed about him, a kind of easy confidence she couldn’t help but notice.

He wasn’t bound by anything, not like her.

She wasn’t sure why he’d brought her up here tonight, but the experience was worth it. She felt lighter than she had in a long time.

With genuine appreciation, Isadora said, “Thank you, Victor. For bringing me here. This is the first time I’ve ever let myself go like this.”

He smirked, lips curling in amusement. “Thank me? What, are you going to buy me dinner?”

A tiny smile touched Isadora’s lips. She murmured, barely audible, “Not dinner.”

In that moment, she couldn’t quite describe what she was feeling.

The mountaintop was quiet, shrouded in darkness, but her heart was pounding wildly in her chest.

Maybe the thrill of speeding up the winding roads was still in her veins, keeping her on edge.

Afraid Victor would hear the frantic beat of her heart, she quickly turned away and looked down at the glittering city lights again.

Her dark eyes lingered on the dazzling expanse below, the city stretching out like a sprawling, crystal palace beneath her feet.

She couldn’t hold back a sigh. “This place is beautiful. Mind if I…?”

Victor’s eyes, deep and unreadable, rested on her face, which was flushed from the alcohol. His tone was teasing, “Mind if you what? Want to bark like a puppy?”

Isadora’s ears turned red. She pouted.

“No, I mean—you know how in those TV shows, people come to the top of a hill and just scream their hearts out?”

“You’ve never tried it?” Victor’s voice was lazy, casual. “Nope. So far, I’ve never needed to let anything out.”