"Get away from her, Aldric!" A familiar voice called and it was Valerie.
Islinda’s heart stuttered out at the sight of the summer Fae. How had he gotten here? Clearly, he had not followed her to the market. Unless of course, Derek must have sent for him with the chaos that ensued.
Valerie’s eyes narrowed into slits, studying the both of them and Islinda became self conscious, recalling the intense kiss between her and Aldric, and realizing how close they were. She took a step back from him, her cheeks flushed red. She was unable to look both Aldric and Valerie in the eyes, her gaze fixed to the ground.
But for such a small instinctive move, Aldric read a lot of meaning into it. His brows furrowed and his lips were pressed into a thin line, displeased with her action. Was she ashamed of him? His feature hardened with determination. Fine, he would remedy that.
Without warning, Aldric reached out and pulled Islinda to his side, pressing her flush against him, drawing a startled gasp from her lips. She looked at him, wide-eyed. Her panicked gaze darted from Aldric to Valerie and then back to him again, her mouth opening and closing helplessly. What in the Fae was Aldric doing?!
Aldric was pleased with her reaction and he said with a cruel curl of his lips. "I didn’t realize you were the type to use and dump, Islinda."
"W—what?" Islinda gulped.
"You kissed me and then you pretend as if nothing happened between us." He said sardonically, enjoying the way she fidgeted nervously in his embrace.
"Aldric, stop it." Islinda whispered with a pleading look.
But the dark Fae prince was obviously not done. "Why?" He smirked, exposing razor sharp teeth, "Because you don’t want dearest brother Valerie to know how much you enjoyed kissing me?"
"Aldric!" Islinda said firmly this time, her face flickering over to Valerie.
The summer prince was rooted at the spot, his expression unreadable. However, although Valerie looked uncomfortable, the temperature was beginning to rise and the air was hotter which was unusual and Islinda could bet that it was Valerie’s doing.
"Why don’t just admit you are ashamed of me in front of Valerie." Aldric challenged her.
Islinda glared at him. "This is not the time or place to argue about this." She spoke through gritted teeth and tried to pull out of his grasp but Aldric held tight, his expression dark and dangerous.
"Aldric!" She hissed, he was hurting her. Islinda knew she would find a bruise there if she looked before it healed.
While Islinda and Aldric were engaged in a silent exchange, Valerie walked over to the spot and commanded authoritatively. "I believe she said let her go."
Aldric abruptly let go, pulling Islinda behind her and closed the distance between them, staring Valerie dead in the eyes. "And what would you do if I don’t let go." He snarled, challenging him.
The tension between the both Fae was so thick that Islinda believed they sucked the air out of the place. She had forgotten how to breathe; there was no air. To make it worse, the carnage around them made the confrontation more tense and ominous. If the dark Fae prince and the summer prince had been making idle threats all this while, Islinda was sure they would make true of it this time.
Her heart wouldn’t stop pounding as she witnessed the intense face off. Although Aldric had more height on Valerie by mere inches and rippled muscles, Valerie was more lithe yet capable of massive destruction. His powers were rising to his command in his hand, the same way Aldric’s rune glowed much brighter.
Fuck. They would really kill each other.
Without second thoughts, Islinda quickly moved and put herself between both brothers. If they planned to end each other, they should first kill her. That was not happening. Not on her watch.
"That is enough!" She thundered, gesturing with her hand. "I would not stay right here and condone such nonsense. The both of you are brothers for crying out loud, how can you be fighting over me! A mere human!"
"I’m afraid this is no longer about you, Islinda." Valerie said to her, his voice laced with disdain, "And I don’t have a monster for a brother."
"Good." Aldric acquiesced, shockingly not offended by his words. He said, "I don’t need such a prude for a brother either."
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