Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 91

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Chapter 91: Do You Fear Me

The cold didn’t come from the night air but from a certain Fae seated across from her in the carriage. A cold silvery mist seemed to emanate from Aldric and chilled the space.

He was wielding the cold and didn’t seem to care about her comfort. Islinda wondered if she had done anything to provoke him but aside from the small argument back at her room, nothing happened. His gaze was not stormy either, if anything it was clear and blank, as usual.

His arm was propped up on the window sill as he peered out, occasionally brushing his knuckle across his lips. Islinda wondered what he was thinking - and not his sensual lips. She shuddered at the vivid image of his lips, blaming it on the cold.

"Stare at me any longer and I would begin to think you’re fascinated with me." His voice broke through her thoughts.

She stared at him and his teasing gaze dared her to deny the accusation.

"Yes, I’m fascinated with you," Islinda admitted to his surprise.

Aldric’s brow lifted, he had not seen that coming. The human was full of surprises. Interesting.

But she added, "I can’t help but think what a waste of a handsome face."

His face fell and there was charged tension between them, the galloping horses and her racing heart the only sound that could be heard. Islinda anticipated darkness to brew in his gaze but mirth appeared instead.

"You think of me as handsome,"

Of course, that was the only word he heard.

"It doesn’t matter whether you are handsome or not, it is merely enough proof that physical attractiveness is not everything, because all you would ever be is a monster."

Another stretched silence ensued.

There was no change in Aldric’s expression except the temperature in the carriage dropped further. Islinda breathed out mist and had to rub her palms together to relieve the cold.

The bastard was trying to kill her, and the funny part was that Islinda doesn’t care. He could harm her flesh and try to break her spirit, it wouldn’t change her impression of him.

"Do you fear me?" His voice was deadly taut, his cold gaze boring into hers and startling her with the intensity.

Islinda swallowed, however, defiance burned strongly inside of her, and she would not be intimidated.

"No," She said, staring back into his stormy eyes and his expression shifted.

Releasing a misty breath, Islinda told him, "Just as you have no heart, I have nothing to lose."

"Wrong. You have Valerie." He reminded her of the cold truth, holding her gaze while his lips curled up.

He thinks he won.

"You’re right. You hold Valerie over me. However, you forget one thing...." She leaned forward, her expression now hardened, "I care little about my life, so don’t push me too hard, Aldric, else, you might wake up one day to discover that your leverage is gone, forever."

Aldric’s eyes widened at the threat but only for a moment. He leaned forward as well, "And I would work hard to keep you alive by all means. It’s a promise made by a Fae, Islinda." He said firmly.

Her heart stuttered and she bit down on her lips nervously, the both of them stared each other down. Her eyes filled with tears but Islinda refused to back down. It was petty of her but she would not give up even in the smallest of fights. Aldric had to know the extent of her determination.