Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90: I Don’t Have A Heart

Anyone who took Aldric’s words for nothing must be a fool, especially with that mischievous look in his eyes, which was why Islinda panicked when she felt that tingle wash over her, a tell-tale sign that magic has been used.

"W-what?" She was left in confusion and anxiety which was heightened when Rosalind and other Fae gasped, cupping their mouths with their palms.

Islinda’s anxiety grew and she turned to Aurelia, knowing the older and friendly Fae would not hide secrets from her and tell what Aldric has done to her. But the woman’s jaw was rather open and she had a look of surprise which made her brows furrowed.

Surely, that demonic Fae didn’t make her grow a horn or something, right? Islinda chuckled uneasily, mentally. But the mirth fell when it dawned on her.

Oh no, he didn’t.

As if Adric could tell what she was thinking, he mouthed, "Mirrors," with a slow smile and Islinda remembered at once.

With gloomy anticipation, Islinda whirled around to see what Aldric had turned her into, only for the breath to catch in her throat. She stumbled back from the shock, finding it hard to believe. How was this possible? It couldn’t be.

Contrary to her thoughts - and relief - Aldric did not make her grow horns or a gnarled appearance. Instead, he turned her into a Fae.

A Fae!

Islinda reached hesitantly for the pointed tip of her ear and it was real. She gasped at her reflection in the mirror following her move. Her brunette hair was now platinum blonde with blue highlights at the tip and was still in a single braid down her back.

Her hair was perfect and glossy, but the most astonishing feature was her luminous purple eye. What kind of wretched magic has Aldric used on her? Her skin was glistening and there seemed to be slight changes in her body shape. She looked Fae.

Anger flared inside of her and she faced Aldric, a growl that sounded animal-like emitting from her throat, "What have you done to me?!"

Her hands were balled into fists and the gods knew nothing would stop her from using them if he didn’t offer her an explanation.

Of course, a vulpine’s grin quirked his mouth, "I used a glamor on you, at least the necklace did, albeit a highly complex one. You would look and feel like a fae, perhaps, even behave like one. Even the strongest of Fae wouldn’t be able to see past the glamor unless you take the necklace off." He sighed dramatically, "You don’t know how much trouble I went through to purchase this. It was quite expensive."

Dread crawled up her spine at the thought of the length he had gone to get this.

"Why?" Islinda rasped, tired of his antics.

It didn’t make sense. Why would he glamor her into a Fae? Was he ashamed of taking her, a human, to this party where Valerie would supposedly be present? Not that she expected much from Aldric. Perhaps, this was why Valerie left her in the human realm. He too was ashamed of her. Humans would always be beneath Fae, after all.

Aldric’s answer was a cruel and biting laughter. He said to her, "Surely, you didn’t think I would hand you to Valerie that easily?"

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