Chapter 5: In Which He Bleeds

Isla sat at the pool side dipping her dainty feet in the cold water after hiking her white, silk nightie up to her knees.

A chill traveled up her legs to her neck making her shiver a little bit the cold sensation felt relaxing on her feet.

It was late at night and she could hear the chipper of the crickets. She had snuck out of the main house to the pool house, it was a hobby of hers when sleep wouldn't come to her easy or she'd wake up in the middle of the night and not be able to go to sleep. It was the latter this time.

She was lost in thought when she heard footsteps approaching near the pool and she turned her head around to see who it was. She could see the silhouette of a familiar tall bulky man nearing her.

She was surprised to see the silhouette belonged to Alexander who had just returned from his raid mission and was quite astonished himself to find her sitting there by the pool.

She looked like an angel in white silk to him, a fae.