Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 455

Chapter 455: A Gathering Of Villains

"What the Fae?" Islinda muttered when she woke up to complete darkness. She quickly stood up, desperately looking around, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t like this. Not one bit. What was happening? There was no light, no indication of where she was. The last thing she remembered was going to bed. Did something happen? Was she captured? Did Andre betray her?

The thought sent a chill down her spine, but she pushed it out of her mind, focusing on how to escape. Suddenly, light filled the space, as if signaling the break of day. It was then that Islinda realized she was in some sort of crypt adorned with peculiar tapestries, writings, and drawings on the walls.

Confusion overwhelmed Islinda as she surveyed her surroundings. The place resembled a place of worship, and she desperately hoped she hadn’t been captured for some sacrificial offering to the gods. The sound of approaching footsteps reached her ears, and panic set in as she wondered where to hide. It was surprising that whoever brought her here hadn’t tied her up to prevent her escape.

Her eyes darted to a corner of the room, and she rushed over to hide there. Peering out from behind the pillar, Islinda watched as people entered the room. They weren’t humans, but Fae. However, it wasn’t their malevolence that made Islinda speechless, it was the runes on their bodies.

Dark Faeries.

Fear welled up inside Islinda, and she pressed herself closer to the protection of the pillar. Her mind raced with thoughts, her blood boiling. What was happening here? How were there so many dark faeries present? Didn’t Aldric say that dark faeries were almost extinct, and the few that remained were in hiding? Were they regrouping by chance? The thought left Islinda gasping. Most importantly, how did she even get here? What was going on?

Islinda risked another glance, and what she saw made her stomach churn. In the middle of the room, they were dragging a woman who was walking on all fours, a chain around her neck. It filled Islinda with anger, her fist clenched and shaking. They pulled the woman until they reached the center of the room, where they crowded around her, blocking Islinda’s view.

All the fae present were bare from the waist up, their bodies covered in various runes. It was as if they weren’t afraid of showing off the marks that would get them killed if other faeries were to discover them. Some had small runes, only a single marked letter on a portion of their body, while others were covered in marks all over. Islinda noticed a fae with runes covering his face and bald head.

Aldric had been right - the more marks a fae had, the more powerful they were. Those with the most marks radiated a certain arrogance and cruelty. The air was heavy with evil, a smell that made Islinda sick to her stomach. She had always thought Aldric was evil, and now she found herself surrounded by villains. She didn’t know what to think anymore.

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