Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 447

Chapter 447: Resurrection 2

Peace, unlike any other, enveloped Islinda. It was warm, comforting, and sweet, and she didn’t want to let go of that sensation. However, it didn’t last forever, as a sharp pain ripped through her, causing her to awaken with a startled gasp.

Islinda stared ahead, but everything was blurry to her. Her head throbbed as if a thousand drums were pounding inside it. She blinked a few times, slowly her vision returning. The pain had lessened to a tolerable level, but she ached all over as if she had been trampled in a stampede.

But there was no stampede. The last thing she could remember... What was the last thing she could remember? Islinda strained her brain to recall, and then the memories came rushing back, causing a surge of pain to slice through her mind, making her wince.

She remembered someone attacking her, and then stumbling to the balcony where she fell. She was supposed to be dead. What was happening? Was this her soul observing the scene? She had heard of the soul being separate from the body after death, but she felt strangely alive. And where was her body if she was in spirit form?

Suddenly, the world came into focus, everything becoming clear, and she saw someone hovering over her. The face was familiar, it was Andre. Wait, he could see her? Wasn’t the whole point of being a spirit that you were invisible? This was strange, but she felt a coldness enveloping her.

Click.

Everything quickly fell into place, and Islinda jerked to a sitting position, wincing in pain. She looked down at her side, where the assassin had stabbed her, only for her eyes to widen in shock.

What the heck?

This must be a trick of the eye, but Islinda couldn’t ignore the fact that her flesh was slowly closing up as if she had accelerated healing.

It appeared to be an optical illusion, but Islinda couldn’t deny that her skin was healing right before her eyes, closing up faster than normal.

In a bewildering moment that seemed to defy the laws of nature, Islinda found herself captivated by a phenomenon beyond human comprehension. Her gaze remained fixated on the inexplicable change occurring on her flesh. The wound began closing at a pace that should not be possible.

The gradual sealing of her skin went against the usual rate of recovery. She stared, wide-eyed and speechless, as every strand of tissue was meticulously guided into place by an unseen force. It continued until her skin was undamaged, except for the smudged blood, which now seemed inconsequential.

"Blessed grace," Islinda murmured, her mind blown away. What in the Fae had just happened? No, this couldn’t be possible.

Islinda lifted her face, only to realize that Andre was frozen in the same horrified expression. Their eyes met and collided in that moment. He had witnessed it too.

"It’s not real," Islinda denied, unable to accept what had transpired.

Still baffled, Andre confessed, "You were dead, Islinda."

Islinda swallowed, utterly terrified by what this could mean for her. What was he trying to say? No, this must be a trick resulting from staying in the Fae realm. Perhaps the air or something had changed her body and made her immune to death. Or maybe some special charm...

"My protection necklace!" Islinda’s eyes brightened with the idea, and she quickly reached for her neck, only to find it empty. It must have been ripped from her during the scuffle with the assassin. But if that was the case, then the necklace did not offer any protection...

"No," Islinda denied again.

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