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

Captive Slave 211

Chapter 211

Chapter 211

Emeriel's breathing quickened in the silent room as her eyes drank him in. Ravenously devouring every detail of him.

Control yourself, Emeriel. There was no bond to blame now. This is all you. Have some restraint.

Easier said than done.

She was grateful to be alone with him. No one could see how hard she struggled. How difficult it was to be in the same room with him again.

The effort it took not to rush across the room and collapse on top of him, just to feel his body against hers one more time.

The memories were the hardest.

Those stolen nights in his arms, tucked away at the cottage, making love after love. The fog of heat and the passage of time had blurred the memories, and she had survived by blocking them.

But now, here in this room with him, the years shrunk and disappeared, and it felt like yesterday.

The memories that had once been hazy were suddenly vivid, flashing very clearly.

Emeriel's whole body shook.

She stumbled back out of the room, closing the door behind her. Leaning against it, she gasped for breath. Her knees weak, her heart too fragile.

It was easier to fight for control when he wasn't in sight.

You are stronger than this, Emeriel. Get a hold of yourself.

It took a while, but finally, she felt calmer. Composed, she re-entered the room and sat on the chair beside his bed, waiting/ until the tight constriction in her chest loosened. Until breathing became less of a struggle. "My king," Emeriel whispered. "Hello, my king."

Taking his hand in hers, she gave it a light squeeze. His feverish skin burned against her palm. "How have you been? Where are you? If you can hear me, come back. Your people need you."

started speaking, it became easier. The tight coil in her chest began

They are terrified to face it alone. There is a famine, and the younglings are starving. They looked at me-me, a human-with hunger in their eyes, instead of

and washcloth. Returning to his side, she dipped the

not leaving them in good hands, my king. Lord Zaiperis eager to rule, but he does not care about the people. Not like you do. They need you. They always need

hand moved from his brow to his neck. His body radiated a hotness that seemed to

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dark lines, like cracks filled with

it back to his chest. The thickest, blackest lines pulsed from the center

whispered, shakily as she stared

could you let grief get you to this

IN THE SPIRIT REALM.

children won't

squeezed Daemonikai's

soft rhythm of the ocean

earlier, but he wouldn't

surrounding them. Myka feels guilty for failing to protect me. And Alvin,

tell them I forgive them," Daemonikai said bitterly. "I wish I could make them see that none

got close to either of them, their eyes would wide at the sight of him, and they would disappear, like wisps of smoke caught in the

wish I could at least talk to them," he muttered. "But they won let

his arm soothingly. "I

walked in silence for a while. The only sounds were the

"Oh, my beloved."

their

as he scanned their surroundings