"Good morning my lady, I hope you had a pleasant night." Rosalind curtsied.
Fuck.
How do you say you’re doomed without actually saying you’re doomed? That was how Islinda could describe the situation she was currently in.
The sleep vanished from her eyes the instant her bleary sight focused on the female Fae who stood before her with an impassive expression. Islinda was wide-eyed and her mouth opened and closed without a word; she was speechless.
Her worst nightmare just happened. What could she possibly say to Rosalind? That her ex-lover Valerie tried to swap her soul and force her into becoming some half-breed, but then her own lover Aldric comes in to save the night and damsel in distress. But then, because she couldn’t sleep in her room thanks to the shock of the incident, she ended up in his bed, but then things got heated pretty fast and they might have swapped saliva with Aldric giving her a jolly stimulation down there.
By the gods! She was done for!
Putting herself in Rosalind’s shoes, Islinda couldn’t even imagine accepting such a pathetic excuse, how then, could she explain to Rosalind that this was a mistake? Except if Islinda were, to be honest, this was no mistake. She had been compliant with what happened between her and Aldric last night and she feared this wouldn’t be the last time.
Islinda had no idea where to start, should she admit her mistake and ask for her apology? Rosalind looked like the understanding type and the Fae couldn’t deny the fact that her lover Aldric was obsessed with her – Islinda. This was one of the reasons Islinda needed to escape. They couldn’t let their plans go to waste because of this incident. When she successfully escapes, she - Rosalind - can have Aldric to herself.
By then, she would no longer come between them, and Rosalind and Aldric could live happily ever after. She doesn’t care one bit. All that mattered was getting away from Aldric before this sizzling sexual attraction between them turned into something else and he ruined her. Perhaps, this was happening because she hadn’t had sex for a while, not to mention, currently heartbroken from Valerie’s betrayal.
Unfortunately, there were no males to test that theory on except Issac and the Fae in question was off-limits. Not that Islinda could ever imagine doing it with Issac. It felt repulsive almost as if thinking of incest with an older brother. Nope, not happening. Not that she could cross Maxie. She was as good as dead if she dared it.
The tension in the room was becoming unbearable and Islinda wanted to scream. This was too much. The guilt was like a heavyweight in her heart and it was beginning to pull her down like a drowning ship at sea while her tongue felt like lead and she couldn’t make a sentence. Thankfully, before she could say a word, the door swung open, and in came Aurelia and her entourage.
"Oh, here you are!" Aurelia chipped, ignorant of the tension between the both of them.
"My lady," Rosalind had no choice but to step back so Aurelia could approach her and the Fae curtsied.
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