Chosen Mate of the Beastmen Empire by Lewis Reed

Chapter 412

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“Master? Master!” Hearing a heavy thud from inside, his men called out a few times with no answer, then rushed in. They found Banon sprawled motionless on the floor, dead or alive, they couldn’t tell.

“The prince–the prince passed out.” They scrambled to lift him, hands slick with his sweat–he was drenched, like he’d just been pulled from a river. One gingerly touched his forehead, and his face cycled through shock, settling on pure terror.

By late July, the city gate guards reported Banon had returned to Hilltop City. No disguise, no tricks. After all that effort to escape and hide, he’d just given up and walked back in.

Nyx was floored when she heard. “What’s his deal?” Surrendering like that didn’t fit Banon at all.

“He’s sick–really sick,” Erik said. He’d gone to the gate himself to handle the handover and winced at the memory of Banon’s skeletal, haggard look.

“Sick?” Nyx nodded–that made sense. “What’s he got?”

“Dunno, and it doesn’t matter,” Aurelius said flatly. “He came back to Hilltop City because he’s probably dying and wants to save his skin. But why should I waste an imperial physician on a criminal?”

Live or die, it wasn’t his problem anymore. Whatever happened, Banon brought it on himself. Not killing him outright was already more brotherly kindness than he deserved. They’d dumped him at Four Peaks Mountain to fend for himself.

Nyx patted her partner’s hair soothingly, not arguing. She’d just asked out of curiosity–she didn’t actually care about the enemy’s health.

A guy who’d done so much evil getting what he deserved didn’t need her pity. The whole thing felt like a minor blip, and Nyx forgot about it fast.

Next time she left the palace, she swung by Marquis Anders’s place to tell the heir he could pull the wanted notice from the next paper. He didn’t need the heads–up–he’d already heard Banon turned himself in.

newspaper’s bounty power, showering

the

me treat you to a meal at the tavern!” he said,

lacked money growing up, but earning it himself felt different. He tucked the

sky–high, Nyx smirked to herself but

patched things up and struck a deal. For this treat, the heir wouldn’t pick anywhere else–only

top–floor private room. The owner personally brought dishes she’d like, plus a chilled ice bucket. Nyx fanned herself lightly, gazing

heir said, following her gaze to the bustling crowd

said, leaning in with a conspiratorial wink. “That glass

All the wild, amazing stuff in the world seemed

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an eyebrow but didn’t confirm or

yes.

he fidgeted, rubbing his hands. “I’d never tell a soul! My lady, could you sell me a life–sized glass statue? I want to give it to my dad for his birthday!”

in Hilltop City. His dad would be over the moon. After that, his dad might stop chasing him with a stick, yelling about what a rotten son he

had been dying to get his dad a big gift for ages. Problem was, he’d haggled with the glass shop owner

price!” He clasped his hands,

from the heir, it just gave her goosebumps–she couldn’t look

touching,” she said, turning away with a faint smile. “Ask again in a couple months- maybe

for the price, she wouldn’t gouge him–might even throw in a friendly discount. Not like