Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 559

Chapter 559: The Rebellion Leader

Islinda sensed it deep down in her bones — and radical reasoning. Aldric was here. The struggling assassin was a tell-tale sign of the dark Fae prince getting into his head. Islinda should have been terrified that Aldric had somehow managed to escape his prison and come for her, but she would take falling into Aldric’s hands over facing these assassins any day.

The silent wail from the assassin roused Islinda’s attention, and she witnessed the gruesome sight of the assassin losing the struggle and plunging the dagger deep into his own eyes. He grabbed his face, screaming in agony as blood streamed down his cheeks.

Thank the gods! She was not dying today! Islinda quickly walked away from the Fae before he healed and wrecked vengeance on her.

Chaos erupted all around her, with people running in every direction. Some of the shops were engulfed in flames, filling the air with thick smoke that obscured visibility. However, amid the pandemonium, Islinda’s focus remained unwavering: She needed to find Aldric.

In her search for the dark Fae prince, who seemed to be indirectly aiding her in the chaos, Islinda managed to locate Gabbi and Milo huddled securely in a corner, and relief washed over her. She was about to approach them when she ran into an assassin, his eyes gleaming with sinister intent as he raised his hands, alive with flames.

Islinda swallowed nervously, bracing herself for another attempt on her life. Why was everyone intent on burning her alive?

"Die you lucky wench!"

More like unlucky, Islinda argued mentally. A lucky wench wouldn’t be in this situation!

Just as the assassin prepared to unleash the deadly flames, his eyes suddenly glazed over.

Aldric.

Islinda knew that.

Her breath held in anticipation of what was about to happen next. In a matter of seconds, the assassin lifted his hand to his own body and inadvertently ignited himself. The Fae screamed in agony, breaking free of the spell a little too late, as he was consumed by the flames he had intended for Islinda.

Damn. Aldric was brutal. She loved it — only when he was killing the bad guys and not harming the good ones.

But this Fae was a stubborn one.

He reached out blindly, as if determined to bring Islinda down with him even in the throes of death. Reacting swiftly, Islinda shoved him away with all her strength, sending him crashing into one of the nearby establishments.

As Islinda turned around to catch sight of Aldric, she only glimpsed a quick flash of a cloak from the corner of her eye before he vanished into thin air.

Realization dawned on Islinda: Aldric was playing games with her, even amidst the chaos of the assassination attempt. Who in their right mind would do such a thing? Only a mentally unhinged dark Fae prince like him.

Suddenly, the sound of galloping horses echoed through the chaos, accompanied by someone shouting, "The king’s armies are here! We’re saved!"

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