Chapitre 722: Dish Out To Her

Their struggle carried them into the kitchen, a confined space that became a battleground. They crashed into walls, knocking over shelves and scattering utensils. Pots and pans clanged to the floor as Azula twisted and turned, trying to break free. Aldric's hand, now bleeding from her scratches, tightened around her wrist.

He was not letting her go.

Azula's eyes blazed with fury, why wouldn't that idiot leave her alone. It was just a mere human, well, now a half-breed, but he was so much more, a dark Fae prince with massive power. With his influence and might she add, handsomeness, he could easily find another replacement for her. So why was he so hell bent on capturing her? Was this another repeat of her history like Benjamin's? No, this was not happening. She wouldn't be locked up again.