Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200: Islinda Is In Danger

Issac woke up with a startle, relaxing slightly when he realized it was Maxi in bed with him. Ever since that night, he returned the "favor" to her, she hadn’t attempted teasing him again and had been surprisingly respectful of his boundaries. However, Issac knew this was just for a moment and she was merely building tension and keeping him on his toes. Sooner than later, she would surely strike.

However, that was not the reason Issac was uncomfortable tonight. Ever since the day he handed Islinda’s hair to Valerie, the guilt has been killing him inside. He has been secretly checking out Islinda, trying to see if there were any changes in her demeanor. But so far, she was still the same.

But he knew deep down that it was only but a matter of time before Valerie went on with the ritual. He now had the hair, the final ingredient he needed in his plan. He wanted to speak out so badly that it hurt. While he and Islinda could not be considered besties, he still did not wish her such a fate. He liked her. And Islinda needed to have a choice in the soul exchange.

Issac sat up, lowering his legs to the ground while he rubbed a palm down his face. Fuck! He could not do this anymore. He had to find a way to let the truth out. Hiding such a huge secret was beginning to suffocate him. He stood up to his feet and snatched a tunic from the wardrobe and put it on.

He could tell his movements had awakened Maxi but she pretended to still be asleep. Isaac let her be, he didn’t need distractions anyway. He put on his shoes and hastened into the hallway. He came down to her floor and didn’t knock on Islinda’s door, opening her door and stealthily coming in, afraid to wake her.

She was sleeping peacefully or so he assumed until he came closer and realized that Islinda was frozen in place. Her eyes were wide open and stared fixedly at the ceiling. Issac could tell from the lost look in her eyes that she was under the influence of something. Some sort of magic or spell....Fuck! It was going on tonight. The soul swap has begun!

Issac ran out of the room like a mad Fae having just one intention in mind and it was to find Aldric. All this while he had been scared of saying the truth and losing his life. He couldn’t die yet, not with his mother and sister around. But what kind of Fae would that make him? One of his core principles was being disciplined and righteous. He would lose those values once Islinda’s soul is taken from this body.

When Issac arrived at the dark prince’s bedroom, there was no sign of him and that increased his anxiety. Where could he have gone at a sensitive moment like this? Then it hit her.

At once, Issac rushed down to the lab and there he found Aldric who lifted his head and raised a brow at his sudden disturbance.

"How nice of you to check up on me, Issac. However, I could tell from the troubled look on your face that there’s more to this late-night visit, isn’t it?" Aldric said, stirring a blackish mixture in a conical flask.

"Islinda is in danger," He said and Aldric’s movement halted at once.

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