"What happened?" Rosalind asked, coming to her side before looking back at the door through which Aldric just left.
"I have no idea," Islinda breathed, straightening her rumpled tunic and intentionally not looking Rosalind in the eye as she composed herself.
She felt guilty and dirty, mentally chiding herself for having improper thoughts about someone else's lover. As much as Islinda tried to deny it, she was sexually attracted to Aldric. She means, who in the world wouldn't want to shag Aldric? No wonder Rosalind was hung up on him. Yes, his attitude sucked but his face and perfect body were carved by the gods himself.
But then, the thought was dangerous itself and inappropriate. Islinda knew firsthand the dark prince was evil and knew better than to cross that line. She still hadn't healed over the hurt from Valerie and couldn't complicate matters. What would people say if she got involved with the dark prince? Her captor.
