Tell The Truth

Islinda's nervousness grew as she looked down the hall, her emotions in turmoil. Forged by war and hardened by their societal standards, the Fae understood only violence, war, and bloodlust. Her senses were able to register the building bloodthirstiness, their eyes glowing with the wildness. 

No wonder the servants wouldn't talk to her, she and Rosalind had been in cahoots even though the Fae betrayed her in the end. They must hold her responsible for what happened.

Islinda turned to Maxi, "They want her dead." 

"Mmm," Maxi hummed nonchalantly and that only made Islinda's blood boil. 

"They will come for me next. The ones who brought me here have been cold towards me… " Islinda laughed bitterly, "Perhaps, this is for the best anyway, I would die in their hands and this will finally be over." 

"Don't worry, silly, you won't be dying anytime soon."