There was a raw, primal energy emanating from Aldric, and Islinda could sense the barely contained hunger in his eyes. She swallowed, feeling both exhilarated and apprehensive in the face of his intense gaze.
"I—I missed you, Aldric," she finally admitted, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment. It was a confession she hadn't planned on making, but the truth spilled out nonetheless. Despite her efforts to push him out of her mind, she couldn't deny the lingering presence of the dark Fae in her thoughts, even during her time away from him. And now, facing him once again, Islinda's heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and desire as she met his intense gaze. She craved him, his touch, his presence. It was maddening to feel this way, but it was undeniably true. She was truly damaged in the head.
