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

Chapter 235

"Frustrated about my Daemon's return?"

Zaiper's expression darkened. "I don't know why he refuses to stay dead." His thrusts became sharper, angrier. "Twice now, he's wrestled with the impossible and won. Who walks through the valleys of death and comes out alive?" "Perhaps a righteous male," Sinai teased, her lips quirking.

Zaiper shot her a glare. "You're not funny."

"Apologies, Your Highness," she replied smoothly, arching a brow. "It was only a joke."

"As I said, there's"-thrust-"nothing"-agressive thrust-"funny"-thrust-"about it." he punctuated with more brutal thrusts.

The girl screamed, then passed out beneath him.

"Finally, some peace and quiet," he grunted, stepping back to survey her unconscious form with a look of annoyance. "Every time things start going my way, something switches, and I'm back at square one. It's infuriating."

Pausing, Sinai glared at her nails. "It's all Emeriel's fault," she said resentfully. "That little human is a thorn in the flesh. She even saved my Daemon from your assassin, remember?"

"Oh, I remember," he sneered, venomously.

"Maybe you should take her out. She will be a far easier target."

"I'd do that, but Ottai's out for my blood. He'd sing like a canary to the court if harm came to the brat." Zaiper mimicked, his tone dripping with disdain.

"That doesn't mean you can't do it, Sinai." He stared at her. "Enough with the childish back-and-forth with her. Strike head-on-poisoned food, poisoned arrows. You won an archery game a millennia ago, didn't you? You are good with arrows." Sinai's lips curved slightly. Good was an understatement.

Though she hadn't taken aim in a long time, one of the perks of a long life was time for endless hobbies. Archery had been one of hers, once. "I might actually do it."

Zaiper came with a blissed-out groan. Sinai could imagine his knot extending, locking him to the unconscious girl.

"You should," he urged with a satisfied gruff, falling atop the girl. "Use poisoned arrows. Do it from afar and leave no trace. Make sure the poison is rare enough that the antidote might as well be in another universe. Fire as many arrows as you can ensure she dies on the spot. Her death first, consequences later."

Her gaze

smile spread across her face, her

so rare its antidote was practically a

balance again. It better, because something has to give! Right now, my

way." He glared daggers at the wall ahead. "Next thing you

torturing yourself. The third ruler was in the worst state imaginable when

yourself,

........

PRINCESS AEKEIRA

go back to the fortress," Lord Vladya announced suddenly, his voice breaking the silence between

were lying side by side, his face as composed as ever, yet the weight of

He nodded once. "Yes."

left her

so long trying

face what he'd been avoiding. He had always been so stubborn, so adamant in his refusal. And now, just like that, he was

UAS

you change your mind?"

I had placed my

Aekeira kept silent,

slightly, "and suddenly, I don't want

beat. Was he aware how

my people." His tone remained as monotone

"And...?"

Those sharp, storm-gray eyes watched her in silence, as

to bring you into my world, Aekeira," he said at last. "To show it to

It warmed her heart.

flat, dead tone of a soulless male right now. And yet, somehow, the detached delivery made his words

involuntary smile tugged at her lips as she stared at him in wonder. Who

Lord Vladya, and yet he seemed like someone