That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Captive Slave 94

Chapter 94

Emeriel pushed himself harder. The woods, so familiar from a life spent hunting and scavenging to feed himself and Ackeira, were now his sanctuary and his weapon.

The snap of branches and the dry rustle of leaves beneath his feet marked his passage. Every step was a frantic blur, leaving behind only the echo of his rapid heartbeat as he vanished into the depths of the woods. "Bloody hell! Where is hell" The fading cry marked his progress for now. But the ceaseless chase was taking its toll.

Unlike the tireless Urekai. Emeriel was only human. He knew, with a chilling certainty, that he wouldn't outrun them all the way back to the fortress,

Emeriel's ragged breaths echoed in the sudden quiet as his heart pounded a staccato rhythm against his ribs, Desperate eyes, scanned the underbrush, seeking refuge.

There a fallen log covered in thick ferns, a sliver of darkness promising concealment. He scrambled towards it, wedging himself into the

It space.

This was it. He could hide, at least for a moment.

A strong hand clamped onto his shoulder, yanking him out of his hiding

"Leave me alone!" Emeriel shricked, flailing, panic lending his blows surprising strength..

"Quiet. It's me," a familiar, deep voice spoke.

Grand Lord Vladya? Emeriel froze, the surprise of seeing the grand lord almost outweighing his fear. Almost. How had the grand lord found him?

"Save your questions for later. We don't have time. Come on, let's go." Vladya scooped Emeriel into his arms, and ran.

Emeriel held himself still, barely able to breathe. Lord Vladya's speed left him thunderstruck. He moved with the blinding flash of lightning, as quick as the wind.

If the grand lord chased him, Emeriel knew he wouldn't stand a chance.

A storm of arrows erupted, buzzing like angry wasps as they came hurtling toward them. Vladya became a whirlwind, deflecting and dodging with sophisticated grace.

But the relentless onslaught was too much; Emeriel braced himself for the searing pain of an arrowhead.

larger body folded over his

it - two arrows jutted from Lord Vladya's left shoulder. "You've been hit, Your Highness!" Emeriel

with detached annoyance, as though they were

casual case, he snapped them free, blood oozing from the wounds, then paused to sniff

"Dragonblood," he murmured, calmly.

mean? Emeriel asked, his worry for the

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curt, almost bored. He tossed the arrows aside, then glanced at Emeriel. "Wait here." And in a flash, he was

Screams rose into the air,

devastating force. When Lord Vladya returned, Emeriel noticed his white robe was splattered crimson, the blood vivid against the stark white. More spattered his scarred

assassins was a mere inconvenience. He lifted Emeriel and began to sprint

effect. It is lethal to our kind." Lord Vladya spoke in the same casual tone one might

the time they arrived at Ravenshadow,

speed had slowed, his once-effortless strides now strain

on his feet, instinctively

between them

demeanor, keeping his

of troubling emotions battled within him. Blood from his wound flowed in endless streams. A sheen of sweat

he bit his lips, wondering if he had overstepped

clipped. "One has to blood-feed first for natural healing to commence. And for injuries such as this, a healer is also

Blackstone, its impressive outline loomed against the last rays of the

as they saw their ruler, but a sharp shake of the grand lord's head cut off any offers of assistance Yaz was

am fine," he insisted, and

Lord, all the way

heartfelt gratitude. "My Lord Vladya,

life

Grand Lord Vladya's tone was cool and dismissive. "Return to your quarters. Your duties are concluded

as he left. Lord Vladys injuries had looked severe, even