Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28 - A Place We Can Be Alone

The vigil was held in the village hall and the arena was large enough to contain everyone. All of the villagers were on black and thoroughly covered up because of the cold. As if the weather wanted to honor the chief as well, the sun had come out towards evening, even though it had been brief.

However, the cold was not Islinda's problem because she had a lot on her mind and they revolved around Eli and Valerie. She still couldn't accept the fact that the child had taken a liking to her evil stepsister after what she had done to him yesterday.

It seemed odd and didn't make sense. Just what did Remy win him over with? It wasn't with her food because that alone was poison. But then, Islinda had to admit it was nice knowing someone would watch over Eli while she waited for Valerie to arrive.

It would have been difficult seeing the Fae with the boy by her side and Islinda wasn't sure she wanted Eli privy to their interaction. Islinda had no idea what kind of relationship she had with Valerie now, but one thing was for sure, it was not suitable for a child like Eli.

That was why Islinda sat at the back of the hall and was close to one of the entrances. Although she worried about how Valerie would find her through this mass of people, he was confident and she believed his word.

It was dark but the hall was illuminated enough to see where one walked. Everyone came with a candle or lantern of their own. Seated on blankets spread on the floor, Islinda was attentively listening to the personal short stories told about the chief by selected villagers when she felt a shift in the air and someone occupied the space beside her.

She turned and the breath was knocked out of her lungs. The first thing Islinda noticed was his unnatural yet beautiful yellowish-amber eyes. He truly found her.

It was Valerie and he indeed took her advice of dressing in a black cloak with a hood that covered his pointed Fae ears. Her heart went out to the villager he stole that from, it was simply not going to happen again. In order not to draw attention since the vigil was completely silent, Islinda faced forward and concentrated on the speeches.

Who was she kidding?

Islinda was not able to concentrate at all, especially when Valerie reached between them and took her hand in his, intertwining them together. Her throat dried up and she found it actually hard to swallow. It was just holding hands but a thousand butterflies seemed to flutter in her belly and Islinda felt desire for a man for the first time.

Hence it was not surprising that when it was time to honor the chief by playing and dancing to his favorite song, Valerie and Islinda snuck away.

"Where are you going? The dance seemed interesting," Valerie's laughter echoed in the air even as she dragged him away from the village's presence.

"Hush, Valerie," She turned and pressed her finger against his lips only for her cheeks to burn and she removed her hand with a jerk, having realized what she did.

Valerie smirked at her, as if realizing the kind of effect he had on her. Islinda's cheek grew hotter and she fanned her face with her palm. Why was she feeling heat in the cold?

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