Aldric was a mad Fae, that was the only explanation for this situation. Well, he once did admit his senses were not in the right place. Even at that, who in the world stabs himself?
Islinda stared up at him with fearful eyes, "What are you doing?" She could feel his shadow magic pulling her hands tighter, the blade slowly tearing into his skin. Yes, she wanted to murder him, but she was emotional at the time and realized a grave mistake that was. Not if she still wanted to meet Eli.
"Stop it!" She began to panic, "Fuck it Aldric! Stop this madness now!" Islinda became more apprehensive when a thin line of blood trails down his neck and chest. This was real.
"Why?" Aldric caught her hand, a mad glint in his eyes, "Why do you want to stop now? What makes you think you can start this and end it as you please?"
