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.

big form enveloped him. His larger body folded

a massive tree. Only then did Emeriel see it -

with detached annoyance, as

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

"Dragonblood," he murmured, calmly.

worry for

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

horror. Screams rose

something crunching beneath a 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 face, and his eyes... there was a gleam in them that made Emeriel's

as unbothered as ever, as if killing all those assassins was a

be fast before the poison takes effect. It is lethal to our kind." Lord Vladya spoke in the same

at Ravenshadow, Emeriel could see how true

slowed, his once-effortless strides now strain d, his

feet, instinctively took a step

between them

fortunate Lord Vladya maintained a professional demeanor, keeping his arms firmly wrapped around

of troubling emotions battled within him. Blood from his wound flowed in

lips, wondering if he had overstepped his

It's a complicated matter," Vladya's reply was clipped. "One has to blood-feed first for natural healing to commence. And for

outline loomed against the last

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

and they reluctantly respected his

Lord, all the way to the

deep bow, Emeriel offered his heartfelt gratitude. "My Lord Vladya, I

life

trouble," Grand Lord Vladya's tone was cool and dismissive. "Return to your quarters. Your

worry gnawed at him as he left. Lord Vladys injuries had looked severe, even if he'd