Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 145

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Chapter 145: Do It Again

Islinda and Issac got over that awkward moment and she was still exploring the library without picking and choosing a book. There were just so numerous books that it was overwhelming and she wanted to feed her eyes before her brains first. Was that a weird thing to say?

She asked Issac, "How do you find the book you need here?"

Issac folded his arms across his chest such that his muscles bulged, giving her a long look, "Are you trying to know how to reach the shelf with your shortness."

Ouch.

The gods knew if Islinda had her quiver with her, she would have shot an arrow into his butt, to teach him a lesson. He was beginning to get on her nerves.

Islinda gave Issac a deadpan look. She was rendered speechless and did not know how to answer that.

"I did not lie, did I?" He pushed on, the subtle lift of the corner of his lips suggesting he took satisfaction in irking her.

Islinda breathed noisily through her nose, mostly out of annoyance, "I would have you know that I am five feet, six inches tall and that is considered an ideal height for a woman in the human realm."

"Really? Issac mocked her," That’s literally the shortest here. "

"Y-you...!" Islinda almost spat out blood at the blatant insult until she realized that Issac enjoyed flustering her. If she wasn’t mistaken, she would almost say he got off on the feeling. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree after all, like master, like a servant.

She gave Issac a long look and he became uncomfortable under her heated scrutiny.

"What?" Issac did not like the sudden glint in her eyes. It was creepy.

Rather than answer him, Islinda covered the little space between them with a step backing him into the bookshelves and Issac swallowed as the atmosphere shifted.

"Islinda..." Issac murmured, confused by the sudden change in her demeanor. He did not like where this was going nor did he know how to handle it.

Although Prince Aldric has not claimed Islinda as his lover, even a blind man could see that he had an interest in her. Not to mention Issac felt nothing for her and Islinda was nothing but a nuisance in his eyes. He already had his hand full with Maxi, add Islinda to the mix and he would go crazy. Neither did he want trouble with the dark prince.

"What are you doing?" Issac asked nervously, inching backwards so their body did not touch only for him to bump into the hard surface. There was no more space.

With boldness, Islinda stretched her hand as if to touch his face and Issac turned the other way, his pulse leaping. Trouble, trouble. Islinda would be the death of him.

However, her hand rested on his chest instead and Islinda stood on her tiptoes, leaning closer so her breath brushed the shell of his pointed ears and he went red in the face.

As a male, Issac’s thought went down the dirty lane and just when he thought the troublesome human would tempt him further, Islinda whispered into his ears, "Who hurt you, Issac?" freewёbnoνel-com

And with those words being said, Islinda pushed away from him with laughter on her lips because the horrified look on Issac’s face was just too funny. The Fae looked like a virgin being wooed for the first time.