Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 560

Chapter 560: As Damaged As Aldric

Everything happened too quickly for Islinda to comprehend. One moment she was running for her life, and the next, a deep cloak of darkness enveloped her, shrouding her in its embrace. It felt as though she was being transported away, her senses disoriented as her feet were lifted off the ground and her vision swirled, darkness consuming her.

It was almost akin to traveling through a portal, but this was different. There was no reflux action or nausea that usually accompanied teleportation over such distances in the blink of an eye. Instead, Islinda was enveloped in a thick blanket of darkness, carrying her through.

Despite the darkness surrounding her, she felt an unusual warmth, which was confusing. She should have screamed in terror, but the comforting embrace of the darkness held her in awe. Suddenly, as swiftly as it had enveloped her, the darkness receded, leaving Islinda standing in a new place, bewildered yet strangely intrigued.

Islinda stumbled as her feet unexpectedly found solid ground, the darkness releasing her with a gentle touch. She winced, squinting against the sudden assault of sunlight on her eyes. Blinking rapidly to adjust her vision, she scanned her surroundings, her heart racing with fear of being captured by one of the assassins.

However, as her gaze lifted, she locked eyes with a figure looming over her. Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized the familiar eyes, the color of the tranquil ocean. It was Aldric, his face obscured by the hood of a large cloak. Shock and disbelief painted Islinda’s features as she stared up at him, her breath hitching in her chest.

Aldric was standing right in front of her.

He was the one who had whisked her away. No wonder the darkness felt eerily familiar. Islinda had suspected it might be his doing, but she had never witnessed his power manifest in such a manner until now. It was dawning on her just how formidable the dark Fae prince truly was.

Yet, in the midst of her shock, Islinda’s mind raced with questions. Aldric stood before her, contrary to the assurance Maxi had given her about his imprisonment. Panic clenched her heart as she wondered what Aldric might have done to Maxi and Isaac.

However, the corner of Aldric’s lips curled into that familiar smirk, his eyes dancing with mischief as he spoke with a lilting tone. "Hello, love, miss me?"

Islinda was rendered speechless, stunned by how incredibly handsome Aldric looked with that smile, albeit a cunning one, on his face. The light dancing in his eyes made him appear younger and less malevolent. She couldn’t shake off the memory of the earlier fight and the Fae who had attempted to kill her but failed. It dawned on Islinda that Aldric had truly been the one who had been helping her from the shadows. He had saved her life.

With her heart racing like a wild stallion, Islinda acted on impulse and grabbed Aldric’s face, pressing her lips against his. A thrill rushed through her as her eyelids fluttered shut, surrendering to the intoxicating sensation of his lips.

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