Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190: Ritual Tonight

"What is taking him too long?" Derek grumbled for the nth time while looking out through the carriage window.

After securing the requirement for the soul transfusion, Valerie sent out a message to Dorcas and informed her of his progress, so the witch agreed to send Rat Ear to receive it.

"Calm down, Derek," Valerie said, appearing to be calm, but inwardly, he was a mess.

It was nothing short of a miracle when Issac turned up with Islinda’s hair. He felt hope rise inside of him and soon he would be united with Islinda, even if she would be in another body. Valerie didn’t mind, what mattered was her beautiful soul.

At first, he had been suspicious of Issac since he worked quite fast and had assumed it would take him a few more days to make a decision. It seems he wasn’t loyal to Aldric after all. Who in their right mind would be loyal to that demon anyway?

He couldn’t cross off the idea that Issac might have given him fake hair to save his ass, but the instant Valerie unwrapped the cloth used to cover it, he knew at once. He picked up her marvelous scent and he sniffed it greedily as if it was a drug that left him high. He just missed her so much.

Not to mention that he was once intimate with Islinda to the point he knew the number of moles on her body and where to identify them. The hair belonged to her. Issac finally redeemed himself in his sight.

The anticipation of meeting Islinda soon gave way to nervousness. But he could not show it in front of Derek knowing his second in command needed just one reason to encourage him out of it. Derek was not in support, he merely had no choice but to follow his instruction. So he put on a brave front. This was all for Islinda and their future together.

"He has arrived," Derek finally announced and Valerie let out the breath that he had been holding in all that while. It was fine. Everything would go well. He told himself.

Aside from Dorcas, Rat Ear had no idea about his identity and he told the witch to keep it that way. The fewer Faeries that knew he stepped foot into this accursed part of Astaria, the better for him. He can’t be traced down if things go wrong.

So he put on the cloak that hid his face except from Derek who opened the carriage for the unrefined Fae to step in.

"Hello, friend!" Rat Ear plopped down beside the prince and excitedly patted him on the shoulder and was about to pull him into a hug when Derek hissed and gave him a cautious look. He wasn’t supposed to behave that way towards the prince. He didn’t even deserve to sit on the same couch as Valerie and breathe the same as him when they were worlds apart.

"Oh right," Rat Ear let out a wry smile, saluting Derek mockingly, "Aye, I get the message, we are not in the same league. You pompous high Fae lords are all the same. And even for his servant, you feel you’re above me and can’t even chill for a second."

"You -!" Derek went red in the face and rose from his side of the carriage, intent on teaching the disrespectful brat a lesson.

"That is enough, Derek," Valerie ordered and he came to a halt.

The struggle in Derek’s eyes was obvious and though he backed down, the threatening look on his face promised Rat Ear he wouldn’t be so lucky the next time they met. That is if there would be a next time.

Rat Ear in question stuck out his tongue and made ugly faces at Derek which was pretty much childish yet got on the Fae’s nerves. If only Valerie was not here, he would have dealt with him.

"That is enough," Valerie ordered once more and this time, his words were directed at Rat Ear.

"Of course, my lord." The rugged Fae composed himself, his demeanor changing in a split second it took Derek by surprise. It seems there was more to the Fae than he thought.

He continued, "My Mistress sent me to pick up the item for the ritual."

Valerie did not answer, rather he reached beside him and picked the linen cloth, unwrapping it to show Rat Ear the lock of hair.

Although Valerie’s face was hidden away in the hood, he looked straight at Rat Ear and his pure liquid eyes glowed with warning, "I know your type of Fae, so don’t even think of swapping the hair and looking for a way to exploit more coins from me, it’s not going to work. If a single mishap happens during the soul transfusion and I find out that it’s your doing, trust me, you would regret ever being born. I would kill each one of your family members in a slow, barbaric manner such that they curse the day they had you as a family member. Then I would hunt you slowly and make your death an excruciating one. So don’t fool with me. " fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

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