Capítulo 91: Do You Fear Me

The cold didn't come from the night air but from a certain Fae seated across from her in the carriage. A cold silvery mist seemed to emanate from Aldric and chilled the space.

He was wielding the cold and didn't seem to care about her comfort. Islinda wondered if she had done anything to provoke him but aside from the small argument back at her room, nothing happened. His gaze was not stormy either, if anything it was clear and blank, as usual. 

His arm was propped up on the window sill as he peered out, occasionally brushing his knuckle across his lips. Islinda wondered what he was thinking - and not his sensual lips. She shuddered at the vivid image of his lips, blaming it on the cold. 

"Stare at me any longer and I would begin to think you're fascinated with me." His voice broke through her thoughts. 

She stared at him and his teasing gaze dared her to deny the accusation. 

"Yes, I'm fascinated with you," Islinda admitted to his surprise.