In The Arms Of Her Enemy

As Aldric's words echoed, a chilling realization set in, causing Islinda's blood to congeal, turning the warmth within her veins into an icy, paralyzing sensation. Every blood in her vein froze. 

He had known. 

Aldric had always known, the words repeated like a chant in her head. He had known that Rosalind would die. Premeditated that all of this would happen. How hilarious they had been to think they were being so careful in their plans when Aldric had always been one step ahead. 

However, one thing dawned on Islinda above every other emotion surging through her. Aldric used her. Not that it was a new thing. The fact she was alive was because he had great use for her. He already used her as bait to trap Rosalind, the spy, and get her killed. 

Fuck. 

There had never been a chance for escape. Aldric bound her from the very start. How dare he steal her hope? How dare he take away the only thing she had been holding onto?!