Islinda knew the hit was inevitable and had already braced herself for the pain. She wasn't going to die, although it was going to hurt like hell. However, it was unfortunate that her secret would be exposed so soon. How was she going to explain her ability to heal from such wounds without revealing the truth about her connection to a certain demon? And if the Fae found out, they would surely see her as an abomination and seek to eliminate her by any means necessary.
However, aside from feeling a rush of air against her face, Islinda didn't sense any pain, having braced herself and squeezed her eyes shut. As seconds passed with no impact, she cautiously opened one eye, then the other, to find a familiar Fae standing right in front of her.
"Y—You!"
