Captive Slave 187

Chapter 187

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GRAND LORD VLADYA 72%

Since Grand Lord Vladya had promised Daemonikai he would fight his madness, he had taken up running to release pent-up energy, to find some semblance of relaxation.

The voices in his head were quieter, as they had been for the past few days. Less distracting, his thoughts remained clearer.

The librarian had even brought every book, every record on feral conditions into his chambers, and Vladya had poured over them, garnering knowledge he might not already possess.

At dawn, after a long run through the woods, his body felt refreshed as he made his way to his chambers, only to pause at the familiar scent lingering in the air. If Yaz hadn't alerted him to Daemonikai's presence, the smell of his friend would have. sitting at Vladya's desk, his head bowed, fingers drumming rhythmically against the

Daemonikai was already in his study

wood.

"Come on in, make yourself at ho adva said sarcastically as he stepped inside.

Daemonikai did not respond. Not that Vladya expected him to. He had been worried about his friend these past few days.

"Hey..." Vladya approached, moving to stand in front of him, leaning casually against the table. "How are you holding up? You smell like her, so I take it you finally paid her a visit."

"You knew all about this and hid it from me." It was not a question.

Vladya had known this would come sooner or later. "I wished to hide it for as long as possible. That was why I placed her on suppressants," he confessed. "I know I should not have done that but I could not think of how else to protect you." "And her."

her," Vladya confirmed, shrugging. "I have a soft spot for

going to

nodded. "I already figured

drumming fingers stilled. "I'm going to

Oh.

foreseen that. In fact, he had not

he asked, more carefully

usually immaculate hair was in disarray, as if he'd run his hands through it countless times. His eyes were tired, sad, but

"Yes.

studied him.

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Chapter 187 72%

verbal protests in the past, deep down he knew Emeriel had brought something good into Daemonikai's life. She was helping him heal, whether he admitted it

doing as well as everyone believed. He had not taken the loss of his family as gracefully as he made others think, and Vladya, for all his hatred toward fate's cruelty,ouldn't deny that Emeriel was a balm to some of that pain. And now, Daemonikai wanted to

the process today in court. In a

If you

twenty-one years old, and she's been through hell. That girl has never had a choice, Vladya. She lived her life

her free and send her home. Not just for me... but for her, too. She deserves to

why? You do not need my approval to make decisions

Daemonikai paused, letting the silence stretch between them.

expression smoothed out instantly, becoming

and leave the other behind," the grand king's voice was quieter now. "I know how much you

but Daemonikai continued before he could get a word in. "Now, it's up to

the weight of the

time to think about it. Let me know your decision

left the room, and Vladya

leader had

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