Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382: Fear Was Contagious

"Where in the world have you been?!" Sura was upon her as soon as she returned to the kitchen.

"I’m sorry, I was a bit occupied," Islinda gave her the excuse that wasn’t exactly a lie, her breath heavy from running back to this place.

She had not meant to take a lot of time but after that weird yet somewhat helpful conversation with the healer, she had visited Aurelia. The Fae should be on her feet by now but Zaya had induced her into some sort of coma to ensure that the iron poison was completely cleansed from her system and to ensure she was well rested. Knowing Aurelia she would be back to duty as soon as her eyes opened, Islinda could not exactly blame Zaya’s method.

"I wonder why the prince wouldn’t just get rid of you rather than burden us with your pathetic presence if you can’t even work this much!" Sura insulted Islinda and she had to clutch her skirt at her sides to keep herself from punching this rude Fae in the face.

If the magic and extraordinary strength were kept out of the fight, Islinda had no doubt she would beat her pathetic ass. But the creatures had a really fragile ego and she had no doubt Sura would strike her with her magic once she lost out of spite. No, she would not give her the satisfaction. Sura was probably seeking an excuse to touch her, she would not give her one.

"I’m sorry, it will not happen again." Islinda apologized, her nails biting into her palm.

At that moment, Zaya’s advice suddenly seemed tempting. Why doesn’t she swallow her pride and beg Aldric to restore her to her former position? On her first day of work?

No, Islinda was horrified at the idea. She was not giving up that easily. She would fight. Except her fight wouldn’t be physical this time. Zaya was right, she had no idea what life outside the protection of Aldric’s was like. She already heard tales of how half-breeds were treated, not to talk of a powerless human like her. She wouldn’t be able to survive in this cruel Fae realm.

Perhaps she should be grateful that Aldric had given her a roof over her head, and warm food in her belly and not dumped her in the dungeon like a lot of evil Fae princes do in the storybooks and tales told about them. He was the lesser evil and she would Aldric believe he was winning. Islinda was determined to find a way to return Eli to that body. And make it permanent — if she doesn’t die.

"Sura!" Marimar chastised her, "That’s no way to talk to her."

Sura sneered, "Why? She’s no longer a lady and a mere servant."

"Especially now, yes. I would not let you bully a poor human. I’m sure you were given a better reception when you started." Marimar said firmly, her eyes narrowed in warning.

Sura grumbled something under her throat and strode away to continue her duty.

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