It was hilarious to Aldric how much Islinda could hate him with every fiber of her being and yet his arms were the very thing she fell into, asleep. To be honest, Aldric thought he would find it annoying, but it was pleasing to see her curled up in his strong arms and it triggered his protective instinct. The position felt natural as if she deserved to be there for —
What the hell was he thinking?
Aldric's brows furrowed deeply with a frown. This must be the side effect of his damn alter ego frolicking with the human he had kept at arm's length for good reasons. With a huff, he pulled up to his feet, carrying her weightless form in his arms while snatching the medallion from his pocket, mentally picturing the place he needed to go and in a flash, he was in her room.
