Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 535

Chapter 535: Walk In On Them

"Then kill me," Islinda begged, her voice trembling with desperation. Ignoring the fact that she couldn’t truly die, Islinda saw an opportunity to exploit Aldric’s belief in her mortality. If she could convince him that she was willing to sacrifice herself, she might be able to fake her death and escape him now and forever. Hopefully.

"Never," Aldric growled aggressively, his voice dripping with contempt, as if the mere thought of granting Islinda’s plea was abhorrent to him. It was a stark contrast to the irony of the situation—how he had once attempted to kill her and now acted as if the idea of her demise was so repugnant. Islinda couldn’t help but find it laughable, the hypocrisy in Aldric’s stance not lost on her.

Aldric leaned in slowly, the harsh lines of his expression softening as he murmured the words, "Never again, my love." his voice was filled with a sincerity that made Islinda’s breath hitch and his once cold and calculating eyes, now held a warmth that seemed out of place in the midst of their tense exchange.

In that moment, the air between them seemed to shift, charged with an unexpected tenderness that caught Islinda off guard. But even as a part of her longed to believe in his words, Islinda remained wary, knowing all too well the dangers of trusting in Aldric’s promises, especially when they were cloaked in such sweet deceit

"Liar." Islinda responded sharply.

"I’m Fae. I can’t lie." Aldric reminded Islinda.

"Yet, you’re a master of your words," Islinda said, her tone laced with a hint of sarcasm as a wry smile played on her lips.

Aldric had no retort this time; instead, he stared at Islinda with an inexplicable look, his gaze intense and searching. The tension between them crackled in the air, thick with unspoken desires and unresolved conflicts. Their faces were mere inches apart now, the heat of their proximity igniting a primal longing that pulsed between them. In that charged moment, all Aldric could think of was closing the distance between them, his intent clear in the way his gaze flickered to her lips.

But before he could act on his impulse, Islinda spoke, her voice cutting through the electric atmosphere like a knife.

You hurt me," Islinda accused, her voice laced with anguish as she confronted Aldric with the pain he had caused her.

"You hurt me too," Aldric replied, his tone heavy with the echoes of past wounds. He touched his chest where Maxi had stabbed him with the sword, the physical scars serving as a stark reminder of the betrayal he had endured in Islinda’s pursuit of freedom.

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