Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 65

Isadora had no intention of wasting her breath with him on her own doorstep.

“Magnus, think whatever you want. We’re over. I mean it.”

Magnus’s eyes darkened, his voice low and rough, as if dragged from the back of his throat. “I never agreed to break up. It doesn’t count.”

She let out a cold laugh. “A relationship takes two people to start, but only one to end it. Whether you like it or not, we’re done.”

Magnus was clearly drunk tonight. The more he heard Isadora repeating “we’re over,” the more his narrow eyes seemed to burn with an angry, red haze.

“Isadora, no. That’s not happening. Don’t even think about it!”

Without warning, Magnus stepped forward and pinned her wrists against the wall.

The sudden assault caught Isadora completely off guard.

“Let me go! Now!”

Magnus stared her down, lowering his head to try and kiss her.

Fury boiled over inside Isadora. She brought the pointed toe of her high heel down, hard, right on his foot.

He let out a grunt of pain, his leg jerking back instinctively, and his grip on her loosened.

She shoved him away with all her strength and, without hesitation, slapped him across the face.

The slap echoed down the dim corridor.

A red handprint, complete with nail marks, bloomed across his cheek—stark and unmistakable.

That blow made it clear just how strong she was.

Isadora’s voice was icy. “Magnus, have you lost your mind?”

The sting of her slap seemed to snap Magnus out of his stupor.

For the first time, he saw nothing but disgust and indifference in Isadora’s clear, determined eyes.

A sudden fear gripped him.

Did Isadora really hate him?

No—she loved him. She had to. There was no way she could truly hate him.

It had to be his imagination.

But her recent distance, her resistance tonight, the way she kept shutting him out—it all made her words seem painfully real.

For the first time, Magnus felt a rush of panic, an unfamiliar ache in his chest.