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 drifted

her face, her

mind. One so rare its antidote was

will solve everything." Lying on his side, Zaiper pulled the girl to him. "It might even throw Daemonikai off balance again. It better, because something has

at the wall ahead. "Next thing you know, Vladya would return to the

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

"Calm yourself, Lord

........

PRINCESS AEKEIRA

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

in surprise as she took in the serious set of his features. They were lying side by side, his face as composed as ever, yet

He nodded once. "Yes."

left her

spent so

the fortress and 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

your mind?" she asked

her eyes. "I realized I had placed my life on hold, waiting for this, when I

and Aekeira kept silent, waiting

said, his voice dropping slightly, "and suddenly,

beat. Was he aware how words like this, from

to my world. I miss my people." His tone remained as monotone as

"And...?"

time, he didn't answer. Those sharp, storm-gray eyes watched her in silence, as if he were searching for something in her

he

It warmed her heart.

think he had that blank stare, speaking in a flat, dead tone of a soulless male right now. And yet, somehow, the detached delivery made

tugged at her lips as she stared at him in wonder. Who is this person before me? she marveled

was still Lord Vladya, and yet he seemed like someone