Killed By Her Own Hands

For someone who was not interested in Aldric, a part of Islinda deep within rejoiced at his return. Her heart began to race and a small smile tilted her lips as she opened her eyes to see…. Issac?!

It was Issac. 

Every trace of excitement vanished from Islinda's face and her look was almost comical as if she had plunged face first into freezing waters and wasn't able to control the huge show of disappointment on her features. 

However, Islinda stared into Issac's scowling face and was confused. Before she had the time to question why he didn't seem excited to see her when he had been the one to ruin her moment, the Fae grabbed her hand so tightly she yelped and let go of the knife and it dropped to the soft glass.