Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 673

Chapter 673: Steal Her Away

You have got to be kidding me, Islinda thought as she saw Eli’s eyes gleam with mischief. Sure, he was acting like Aldric, but it was becoming too real. She began to question if Aldric was finally back in control. If that wasn’t the case, then Eli was scary because he was taking the role play a little too far.

She shook her head quickly, protesting, "No, no, no, there’s no way in hell that I am doing this—mmm." Islinda glared at Eli when he cut her off by placing his finger against her lips.

His finger was warm, leaving her stunned momentarily. Islinda shivered involuntarily as she was reminded of the many times she had simply taken the finger into her mouth and sucked, tempted to try the sultry move again. Except that would be giving in to Eli too easily, and he was good at cajoling her into bad ideas. Not to mention, this was neither the place nor time.

"Islinda, honey, have I told you Andre doesn’t die easily?" he attempted to coerce her, now stroking her bottom lip with a hungry yet composed look in his eyes, causing shivers to wash over her.

Islinda was utterly dumbfounded. Andre was not easily killed, yet Eli ominously reminded her of the consequences of killing a royal just seconds ago. Just like Aldric. Of course, she should have known Eli was not free of manipulation either.

But Islinda was not easily charmed this time and slapped his hand away. She growled at him, "Stop this already."

"Stop what exactly?" he challenged, lifting his perfectly arched brow.

"Fine, I get it. You caught us in an intimate position, now you’re angry and mad. But this is all a misunderstanding—!"

"Are you couples going to get on with this or are we going to get entertained by your lover’s spat?" Andre’s voice echoed from the distance, taunting them. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Islinda turned to glare at Andre. Seriously, she was trying to save his ass here! Except it seemed Andre was a masochist, and she didn’t realize it until now.

"You heard him, right?" Eli grinned sinisterly, "My brother wants more. Unless, of course, you are not up to the challenge? Don’t tell me the legendary archer, Islinda, is scared of a little challenge?" His words dripped with derision.

Islinda knew what Eli was doing. He was goading her, inciting her into action on purpose. Yet knowing his real intention still didn’t stop her from falling for it.

"Fine!" she said through a hiss. "I’ll show you what the legendary Islinda is actually capable of doing!"

Eli’s smile widened when he saw that fiery intensity burning in her eyes. "Good, my little human," he drawled sexily, making her heart stutter at the sudden affection. As if that wasn’t enough, he further threw her off balance by grabbing her face and pecking her fully on the lips before she could swat him away in anger.

Islinda went red in the face, especially when she turned to see Ginger chuckling knowingly, and then Milo looking flustered. God, there was a child at the scene. Islinda groaned, wishing the ground could open up and swallow her.

There was no sight of Elena, which was both a relief and a disappointment. Islinda was glad her annoying face wasn’t there to ruin her moment and cause her to fail. At the same time, she wished to rub Eli showering her with affection in her face.

It was the plan for Eli to get closer to her instead of being cold and attempting to murder her. That way, Elena, who was unaware of Eli’s existence, would get frustrated and think it a malfunction of her spell, and would attempt to place the spell on him again. Then they would catch her in the act. Once she was proven guilty, it would be the end of Elena.

They would not let her live knowing she was related to Queen Maeve and the Fae Queen would probably try to use her sovereign power to free her. Islinda was not in support of murder. But Elena used Aldric to try to kill her and was probably still planning her murder. She would return the favor, times two.

"Get me some apples!" Aldric announced with glee.

"Wait, apples?" Islinda frowned. What the hell was Aldric doing with an apple and how the hell was it even related to...

Islinda realized Aldric’s sinister intention a few minutes later, her breath catching in her throat. "Oh no." Eli was cruel.

Eli stood before Andre. "I wonder where this is going to go," he said in a singsong, throwing an apple in the air with one hand and catching it flawlessly.

"I know you’re enjoying this," Andre accused him.

"Of course, I am," Eli shamelessly admitted, catching the apple for the last time. "A-ha! Gotcha!" He instructed Andre, "Open up."

"What—?"

Aldric took that opportunity to put the apple in Andre’s mouth, the fruit too large and wedged between his teeth.

"Mmmm..." Andre looked at him with wide eyes, his protests muffled.

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