645 How Good Are You At Pretending

"Aldric is under witchcraft influence," Islinda blunted out as soon as she could speak. That had been one of the most mind-blowing sex she had ever had with Eli. Unfortunately, all good things had to come to an end. 

"What?" Eli blinked in confusion. 

Islinda steadied her breathing, saying a little bit seriously, "Elena of the Raysin Court has Aldric under some spell, and she is manipulating him against me." 

A furrow appeared between Eli's brows and he got off Islinda, realizing the gravity of the matter. The both of them were naked and the first thing Eli did was to dress up. The wound from where Islinda had stabbed him had healed, but his tunic was still wet with blood. He put it on like that. 

Unlike him, Islinda simply sat up, bringing the sheet up to her chest to cover her nakedness. This was her bedroom after all and it was late at night. Aldric was the intruder to have broken into her place at night and attempted to murder her.