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

Captive Slave 102

Chapter 102

GRAND LORD VLADYA

"This has never happened before in our history. This... coming back from a feral state. How did I return?" Daemonikai pulled back, his gaze sharpened, filled with seriousness.

Vladya was beginning to suspect he might have an inkling as to why. But he still needed confirmation. "I'm not entirely certain myself. How much do you remember?"

"Very little. The grand king pressed a hand to his forehead, a frown creasing his brow. "It's all... hazy. Like an empty space in my mind, filled with a dense fog. All 1 was aware of was the passage of time." "Nothing else?" Vladya pressed, his lips thinning. "You have no memory of my visits? Not even a flicker of recognition?"

"Nothing." Daemon admitted, "Perhaps it will all return with time I still can't fathom it... to think five hundred years have passed since... His voice trailed off, the pain of his loss evident in his eyes. A tense silence stretched between them.

"What was it like? Being feral?" Vladya asked.

Daemonikai pondered the question. "Numb." He paused, as if searching for the right words. "Blank. It's difficult to describe."

Considering that Vladya was headed down that path, perhaps numbness wouldn't be such a terrible fate. If they let him live long enough to experience it, that is.

Ferals were killed on sight; they are simply too dangerous. The grand king was an anomaly, no one was ready to let go.

"It's late," Vladya announced, breaking the silence. "You need restto recover. I'll take my leave

His friend gave a nod, a weary acceptance in his eyes. "Very well will see you at sunrise,"

Vladya reached the door, then paused, turning back. "Daemon?

He looked up.

"I am sorry about your family. I know it would not ease your pain, but..." He trailed off, shaking his head.

Daemonikai swallowed tightly. "I am sorry about Tiara, too."

you for not dying on me." With that, he turned and left

whispers of the memories. Yet, try as he might, he could not silence them. Images surfaced with agonizing clarity, their faces etched in his mind. Though the scent of Evie had long

go of their other half? How does one arn to live without the one who has been their constant

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pressed down upon him, suffocating him with its unbearable heaviness, Stop thinking. Shut

not been

remembered something, a fragment of memory that lingere. A scent. An intoxicating,

quite grasp. He knew he would not recognize it if he smelled it again, but the memory of its uniqueness remained. It was

window, footsteps soft as he

come.

drifted by in a restless

He would rather remain awake than have nightmares assail him once

For their sake, he

GRAND LORD ZAIPER

remained trapped in

the motions like a hollow shell. It was as if some invisible puppeteer pulled his strings, leaving

the others when Daemonikai had risen. He hoped his smile had appeared genuine, that it looked convincing. That no one glimpsed

the arena to the fortress, Zaiper hoped his trembling knees and bloodshot eyes had/ gone unnoticed. He could not recall the last time he had felt such profound anguish, such raw pain. He clutched his

be dead. The finale of months of meticulous plotting. That was the plan. Tonight was meant to be his night

How had he escaped the clutches

hesitant voice intruded

his torment.

Zaiper growled, his

and closed with a soft

a maelstrom of confusion and anger. Nothing made sense anymore. Absolutely nothing. He should have struck sooner. Should have eliminated Daemonikai

been for nothing.

his

sob escaped his throat, the sound echoing in the empty chamber as