489 Be Rid Of You

For over a minute, Islinda stood frozen in shock as she stared at the sword protruding from Aldric's chest. The dark Fae prince, equally stunned, looked down at the sharp object impaling him, spitting out a mouthful of blood that splattered on Islinda. Involuntarily, he released the Wrry cat, which gracefully leapt to the ground.

Islinda struggled to comprehend the scene unfolding before her, eyes widening with disbelief as the attacker finally emerged from behind Aldric. Her jaw dropped open, her shocked expression unable to fully grasp the reality of what she was witnessing. How was this possible? It was Maxi.

Fuck.