Better To Kill Her

One problem was averted, but then came the other. Where was she going to sit? 

Aldric sat all alone at the head table, the seat behind him empty, but Islinda didn't know if she could take that without him trying to blow her head off. He still hadn't looked at her since that scene earlier and that made her nervous about her decision. 

Theodore sat three seats away from him and for someone who looked like he would murder her with his gaze alone hours ago, his gaze implored her to come sit with him. 

No, Islinda turned him down by looking away. The Fae looked like he was emotionally unstable and she didn't know how to behave around him. At least even as sullen as Aldric was, keeping her alive was his priority. 

And there was Andre. No, Islinda did not consider him. If earlier was a taste of what he could do, then she would be a fool to sit by him, asking for more. Moreover, she wouldn't know what Aldric would do next.