It was Aldric. The one and only dark Fae Prince. Her captor and master. And he was looming over her.
Islinda's heart pounded in her chest as she let out a choked whimper, her body tensing with fear. What in the Fae was going on? Her mind raced with questions, confusion clouding her thoughts. What was Aldric doing here? How did he even find her? Didn't Maxi assure her that she had three more days of rest? What has happened?
Islinda's mind was a whirlwind of questions, each one intensifying the fear that washed over her like a tidal wave. As she gazed into Aldric's fiendish face, her heart seemed to stop beating for a moment. His smile, deadly and predatory, sent shivers down her spine, leaving her feeling trapped and vulnerable. In that moment, it was as if she were prey, cornered by a relentless predator, and the realization of her peril sent a chill coursing through her veins.
As Islinda's senses returned, her survival instincts kicked in, and she
