Pure devastation etched across Valerie’s face as he digested her confession, something he never fathomed Islinda would subject him to, not in a million years. Confusion and dizziness gripped him as he shook his head, unable to comprehend the words she had just uttered. When his gaze met Islinda’s, a red haze clouded his eyes, reflecting nothing but anger and the profound sting of betrayal.
Valerie’s expression radiated a lethal intent as if he harbored thoughts of retribution for her perceived betrayal. However, when he finally spoke, the words that escaped his lips were a vehement denial, challenging Islinda with, "No, you’re lying to me, Islinda. I know you, and you’re trying to push me away. Did Aldric put you up to this? Did he ask you to push you away?"
Fresh tears stung Islinda’s eyes, she did not want to hurt him this way but it was inevitable. "No," She cried, "He doesn’t know of it, it’s just me confessing what I did."
"No, no, no Islinda, you would never —"
"I slept with him, okay?! Why wouldn’t you just accept that? I’m not some Saint! A lot of things happened with the both of us apart. I am not the same Islinda you met in the village. Things changed. I changed." Islinda wished she could imprint the words in his head. No, if only she could split his brain open and make him understand the truth.
"Fine, you slept with him, okay?"Valerie conceded, his hands raised in surrender."I agree, I understand what you did. However...." He closed the distance between them, taking her face in via hands, "But we don’t have to let that get between us. We can still make something out of the wreckage. I’ll find a way to get you —"
"There is no us, Valerie."
Perhaps, it was the coldness in her eyes or the firmness in her tone but his hand slipped down her face. He told her, "You don’t know what you’re saying, Islinda. There’s still a chance for us, heck! I haven’t forgotten you for a day, Islinda! So why are you giving up on us, so easily?"
"By the gods, Valerie, wake up!" Islinda fired at him, tired of beating around the bush. She thundered, "YOUR MOTHER WANTS ME DEAD! YOU HAVE A FIANCÉE! WHAT OTHER FUTURE DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!"
"WELL, FUCK THEM! I DON’T WANT ANY OF THAT! CAN’T YOU GET IT?! IT’S ONLY YOU I WANT?!" Valerie screamed back at her, his face a tumultuous mix of frustration, desperation, and raw emotion.
Islinda was stunned, her jaw dropping open. She hadn’t seen Valerie lose control with such intensity before. He always maintained composure, staying in control of his emotions as the prince he was. Yet, at this moment, that veneer seemed stripped away. He bared himself raw for her, and it caused an aching feeling in her chest.
Islinda began to waver. Maybe she had been too hard on Valerie. Or perhaps, she was the one who was crazy enough to entertain the idea of liking Aldric. Maybe Valerie was right, and Aldric was discreetly manipulating her. After all, this was a Fae who openly admitted he would use her against Valerie, and the thought that he could get into her head lingered in her mind.
By the gods, Islinda gasped in shock as the ugly seed of suspicion was planted in her heart. What did she really know about Aldric? What other abilities was he keeping from her?
"Tatiana!" Her breath was labored, "Tell me about Tatiana!" Islinda was eager to learn more about her, as if that information held the key to whatever decision she was about to make.
Valerie swallowed, looking elsewhere, clearly uncomfortable, but Islinda stood her ground. "Tell me about her, now." She demanded.
"Fine." Valerie licked his lips nervously, and then looked at her, saying, "Tatiano was an experiment gone wrong."
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