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

Captive Slave 164

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Chapter 164

A series of emotions flitted across Daemonikai's face-shock, pity, disbelief. He grappled for words, his mouth agape, then snapped shut without a sound.

"But you know how unreliable, dangerous, and dark those spells are!" his friend exploded. "We outlawed them for a reason, you and I. We made that decision, remember? What the hell were you thinking, Vladya Theriozydovkar Skyvakto?" "Not the full name," Vladya grumbled, almost amused. He might have smiled if he wasn't certain Daemonikai would throttle him for it. His friend was beyond furious.

"How could you!?" Daemonikai roared, the veins in his neck pulsing. "How could you do something like that, dammit! You should have turned a blind eye! You should have resisted! No matter how tempting it was, you should have held it in!"

"I wanted to save her!" A primal roar of his own filled the room, was prepared to save her by any means necessary, soul be damned! I never even gave it a second thought. So what if I lost the most important part of my being? So what if I am severed from my beast? So what if I start to lose my sanity? Tiara would be here, my bondmate would be with me, and I would still be bonded. The loneliness, the darkness, would disappear. So what if I lost my soul if I could get my greatest desire!?"

"I was willing to do it, I was ready to do it, I did it!" Vladya was shouting now, the pent-up bitterness and anger of centuries spilling out uncontrollably. "The gods fucked me over. It's not enough they've been messing me up my whole life, they chose the moments I needed them the most and fucked me over. I should have known. Their favor has never been mine. Nothing, not a single desire, has come to fruition. I should have known they would forsake me. Curse the seven gods! To the abyss with the fates! And may Ukrae be damned for all eternity! I am done."" "Vladya..." His best friend looked utterly devastated.

Chest heaving, Vladya took a moment to regain his shattered control.

"I am done," Vladya repeated, his voice now calmer. "I will give them what they want of me. I am done fighting. I Daemon."

For a moment, no sound was heard. The weight of his words filled the room.

am

tired,

"Only you can tell me to put up a fight, and I will." He glanced at Daemonikai, and the unshed tears brimming in his eyes. "Only you can tell me to resist the pull of the madness, and I will. But please, Daemon, if you have any love for me at all... if you've ever cared for me, please... I beg of you, just let me go."

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

"Over. My. Dead. Body." Daemonikai's voice was steel. He gripped Vladya's shoulder. "Look at me, Vladya. You will have to go through me before you get to that feral madness. I will not let you." "Daemonikai, please."

"1. Will. Not. Let. You," Daemonikai reiterated, his eyes boring into Vladya. "You forget sometimes, you're not the only selfish one around. I need you here with me. Alive." Vladya's gaze fell to the floor.

eyes. "What did you tell me the night

"Daemon..."

the only choice we had, that we should live even if it felt like hell. So if you think I'm going

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in Vladya's jaw. "I know that," he admitted, his voice tight. "It's why I've kept

not running away from

""Daemon..."

fight it." Daemonikai hated this

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would get a promise out of this hardheaded mule if

challenge and disaster, the very thought of losing Vladya was simply... unacceptable. Not while Daemonikai still

had felt when he'd gone mad, it was no wonder Vladya couldn't let go. No wonder Vladya had gone

on a killing spree.

sparked in Vladya's eyes,

sounds like the most twisted love confession," Vladya said in a

His face remaining grim,

seen something in his eyes, for the

gave me away?"

opened. They

entire human population isn't tempting as hell, but you can't do that," Vládya said at last. "You'll become that person again.

down. "You will fight it. You will not

The fight drained out of Vladya, his shoulders drooping like willows. "Fine, you stubborn ancient wagon.

"I need your word."

brow,

with