"Then kill me," Islinda begged, her voice trembling with desperation. Ignoring the fact that she couldn't truly die, Islinda saw an opportunity to exploit Aldric's belief in her mortality. If she could convince him that she was willing to sacrifice herself, she might be able to fake her death and escape him now and forever. Hopefully.
"Never," Aldric growled aggressively, his voice dripping with contempt, as if the mere thought of granting Islinda's plea was abhorrent to him. It was a stark contrast to the irony of the situation—how he had once attempted to kill her and now acted as if the idea of her demise was so repugnant. Islinda couldn't help but find it laughable, the hypocrisy in Aldric's stance not lost on her.
