Dark Fae Prince At Your Service

Someone was humming a haunting yet somehow soothing tune and Islinda moved slightly in her sleep. The voice was rich but the sadness in that melody made her heart ache, she wished she could make the sorrow go away. Such a beautiful voice deserves to sing a happier tune. 

Islinda moaned in delight, rubbing her head against a warm body when long calloused free fingers ran through her hair, massaging her scalp. By the gods, this was the best feeling ever. Islinda pressed her head further against him, savoring the feeling like a pet dog who wanted more affection from his master. 

Wait a minute…

Islinda's eyes snapped open to stare into dazzling blue eyes that rendered her speechless. Aldric was breathtaking. The Fae was perfect. His face was definitely sculpted by a mischievous god who decided he was tired of peace and sent this cold heartbreaker to wreck a female's heart. That was the only way Islinda could explain her bodily reaction to him.