Aldric was the bane of her existence!
Islinda glared at the darkening sky as frost-like pieces of white glitter began to fall and a snowflake landed on her hair.
She hated Aldric!
She hated winter.
Islinda remembered her life as a hunter and during this period, all the animals would have vanished deeper into the woods, making food hard to come by. For her, winter signified hard labor and she had never once enjoyed the season.
She didn't come from winter in the human realm only to continue another round of such unrelenting cold in the Fae realm. What wretched power does the dark prince possess to change the weather so quickly?
She had been relishing the warm sunshine only for him to ruin it as usual. Of course, he didn't even need to be close by, Aldric simply has a knack for making her life a misery.
