Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259: Killed By Her Own Hands

For someone who was not interested in Aldric, a part of Islinda deep within rejoiced at his return. Her heart began to race and a small smile tilted her lips as she opened her eyes to see.... Issac?!

It was Issac.

Every trace of excitement vanished from Islinda’s face and her look was almost comical as if she had plunged face first into freezing waters and wasn’t able to control the huge show of disappointment on her features.

However, Islinda stared into Issac’s scowling face and was confused. Before she had the time to question why he didn’t seem excited to see her when he had been the one to ruin her moment, the Fae grabbed her hand so tightly she yelped and let go of the knife and it dropped to the soft glass.

Oh, Islinda realized why he looked furious. Issac thought she was about to kill herself. Well, to be precise, she had indeed been planning to test Aldric’s resolve by slitting her own throat. Seriously, he shouldn’t have attempted to break her hand just to retrieve the knife. Damn it, if only he had come a minute later?

Islinda’s attention was drawn to Issac who snatched the knife from the ground and right before her eyes, he began to distort the blade till it was bend over and she couldn’t revert it to its former shape even if she tried to. Of course, such a procedure didn’t come without injury considering how sharp the blade was, Issac’s hands were bloodied but he did not seem to care at all.

The wounds had closed up on their own before he was done and shooting her one last glower, he tossed the crooked knife as far as he could into the distance and Islinda did not even see where it landed. Yes, that was intentional. Islinda scoffed inwardly, as if that would stop her from getting her hands on another knife.

However, with the knife gone, it meant that Issac’s attention was back on her and she couldn’t help but gulp when their eyes accidentally connected.

Islinda put up her hand, "I can explain -"

Issac closed the distance between them with just a stride and yelled right at her, "What in the Fae were you thinking?!"

Islinda grimaced, she could already feel a headache coming. Why do male voices have to be so loud and powerful?

She let out a deep breath, holding his gaze, "I was not planning on killing myself," Islinda shrugged, "Kind of?"

Issac’s eyes flashed and he growled, "Are you kidding me right now?"

"I was only trying to lure Aldric out of his hiding place. The birds," She pointed at the ravens who have now settled from their frenzy, "Are his messengers. I thought why not threaten him with my life in a place where he could get the news faster? I’ve seen him teleport in a twinkle of an eye, he could have stopped me on time," She explained to him.

"And what if Prince Aldric had not arrived on time?" Issac questioned her, the raging intensity in his eyes daring Islinda not to lie to him and the fight left her body.

Issac scanned the garden, pointing out, "I don’t see any sign of Aldric here. So tell me, Islinda, what would you have done if I had not arrived?" He asked with a low, shaky, and barely restrained voice.

A shiver of alarm went through Islinda, instinct warning her that the answer would shatter the control Issac was barely holding on to. Yet, she couldn’t lie to him. Something told her that would be way worse.

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