Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221: Strain On Her Mortal Body

"Say a word and I promise you, brother, you will return to Valerie with her corpse,"

"What?!" Andre’s mouth dropped open in disbelief, unlike Islinda’s squeal which rebounded across the room, her eyes wide in horror.

"Yes, you heard me right, brother. Tell a history that I didn’t permit you to and she..." He pointed at Isabella with no emotion in his eyes, " would not live to hear the rest of it. So don’t dare me." The threat in Aldric’s voice made her blood run cold and goosebumps appeared across her arms.

Andre must really believe Aldric’s words because his mouth opened and closed helplessly and dread washed over Islinda. Aldric was not joking, he would have killed her. The reality of the situation was too much on Islinda that she fanned her cheeks, flustered, while her throat was parched.

She looked across the table, searching for water, but when she reached for it, the sight of the wine bottle grabbed her attention and Islinda realized she needed something strong to deal with this situation. Everything was just too much and this would help her handle it.

Aldric raised a brow when he saw her pouring a drink for herself and could have stopped her, but he tilted his head and watched without comment as she downed the whole glass.

Islinda slammed the glass down on the table with a breath out, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She didn’t even realize how she had effortlessly captured the attention of both Fae males as she poured herself a second drink.

Andre’s brows knitted in worry as he watched her. That was Fae wine and was not exactly made for humans. Why would Andre even leave it in the open for her? Of course, leave it to the irresponsible Fae to take care of a fragile human.

He tried to coax her, "Islinda, I think that’s enough -"

Islinda threw her head back and greedily chugged down the drink without giving him an ear, nearly choking in the process. The wine was not bitter like the ones sold in the tavern back home nor did it burn down the throat, rather, it was quite sweet. The wine was rich and smoothly ran down the throat; it was the tastiest wine she ever had.

She wanted to have another glass when Andre snatched it away from her.

"That’s enough!" He scolded her.

But Islinda was stubborn and attempted to take it from him, "Give it back."

"No."

"Just give me the damn wine, it’s not like you’re the one drinking it!" She yelled at him, frustrated.

Andre’s head snapped in Aldric’s direction, "Really? Is this how you take care of her, dearest brother?" He mocked him for the first time.

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