章 107: Beautiful And Deadly

Terror seized Islinda's chest when she could not make out a trace of Aldric, only thick black and thorny vines that must have squeezed him to death. 

It was laughable that she was worried about him when she had wished him dead. Perhaps, this was the gods fulfilling her wish. So why didn't it feel good? She could have gone over to the spot to look for him, but no, she didn't want to die yet. At least not that way. It looked painful. 

If Aldric was really dead, then what? Was she free to return to the human realm? She couldn't wait for the other Fae he sent away to return and lay claim to her as well, right? She had to move now. Yet, her legs wouldn't make a move and she had a strange hope inside of her that Aldric would make a miraculous comeback. 

And then she saw it.