Captive Slave 105

Chapter 105

Emeriel's heart skipped a beat, then began to race.

He quickly finished dressing, his fingers fumbling with the fastenings of his tunic in his haste. With a final deep breath, he stepped out of his quarters and followed the soldier towards the imposing structure that housed Lord Vladya.

Upon arrival, he was ushered to the door of the grand lord's private study. The Urekai maid who had escorted him withdrew, leaving Emeriel alone in front of the ornately carved wooden door. Raising his hand to knock, a knot of anxiety formed in his stomach. After a moment's hesitation, he rapped his knuckles against it.

"Enter," Lord Vladya's deep voice rumbled from within.

Emeriel stepped into the familiar study, the heavy door clicking shut behind him with a soft thud. The air hung heavy with the scent of old parchment and beeswax candles.

Lord Vladya leaned casually against his desk, arms folded across his chest. His piercing gray eyes bore into Emeriel, their intensity sending a shiver down his spine.

"My Lord, I came by the other morning as you summoned, but I was informed you had already left for court Emeriel began, wetting his lips nervously,

"You are Daemonikai's Soulbond," Lord Vladya stated without preamble.

Emeriel's body jolted in surprise, Lord Vladya's words hit him with the force of a physical blow

His eyes widened, the pupils dilating into dark pools of shock, mirroring the raw panic seizing his heart.

How did he know?

I d-do not think

behead those that lie to my face." Unable to

events that unfolded around you. The beast storming into court to save you. The primal rage that erupted from him at the scent of another male on you, which led to a violent escape and a brutal killing. Its desires to specifically mount you. And then, there's your blood." Lord Vladya straightened, his voice gaining strength with each

his chest,

to control his breathing, his lungs desperately gulping in air as

a female could live within Ravenshadow Citadel, right under our noses, under my own roof here in Blackstone, disguised as a male. Living as a male. Deceiving us all into believing she were a male

retreating as Lord Vladya

falls into place," Vladya added. "You

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appearance? Small and delicate, pale with flawless skin. Unnaturally pretty for a boy. I dismissed it as a trait of your royal lineage. But it was all there, wasn't it? Right under our noses, yet we remained blind. I never thought such a level of deception was possible. Not here, not

Vladya's commanding form towering over her. The gray of his eyes vanished, replaced by the fierce, predatory yellow of his

in terror. Not his nearly feral, unredictable

poised to strike. With a whimper, Emeriel squeezed her

a sharp tug at her shoulder as a claw dug into her tunic, tearing through the fabric. The garment ripped

the remnants, ripping them away

exposed, a secret laid

a low rumble that vibrated through

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