Islinda felt a cold chill wash over her before hot anger bubbled through her at the threat to her life. Her hands clenched at her sides, and her teeth ground together so hard that she was almost vibrating with anger. She was tired of people threatening her life, and she refused to be the same weak Islinda who couldn't protect herself and ended up being killed by a Fae in a brutal manner.
As if sensing her impending explosion, Andre quickly stepped in front of her in a defensive stance. He said, "That wouldn't be the right thing to do, brother."
"Why? Because she might be half Summer Fae and burn me to a crisp?" Theodore chuckled.
Islinda blinked in surprise. She was a half-Summer Fae?
