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

Captive Slave 295

Chapter 295

"Please, get up." She tried to pull him upright, but it was like

trying to lift a slab of solid rock.

"I need you to help me here," she said in a strained voice, bracing herself as she slid both hands under his arms to support

him.

Another heavy sigh. But, he moved, pushing himself off the floor. As he stood to his full height, he leaned heavily against her, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

"For someone who's only a dream," he murmured in a muffled voice against her skin, "you smell incredible."

Then, he pulled back, the haze in his eyes clearing. "Emeriel? What are you doing here? You should be in bed."

"I'm fine right where I am." Her eyes swept the room again, taking in the disorder. "What are you doing, Daemon? This isn't you."

He looked away, "Well, it seems I do not know myself anymore, anyway."

"Come, let's get out of

here. We can wait in the study while the servants clean up."

Battle warred in his face. He looked at her with pain and hesitation as though he couldn't decide whether to accept the hand she was offering or to retreat further into the darkness.

"Emeriel..."

"Please," she urged, taking his hand in hers. "Do it for me."

After a long, tense pause, he let her guide him toward the door. But just as they reached it, he stopped.

you wait in my study?" he said, his tone

Emeriel wanted to argue.

not in the state he was in. But

for space, asking for

"But I'll be waiting

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Emeriel waited in the dim study, the soft light from the fireplace flickering

her head up. Daemonikai stepped into the

looked like

black garments embroidered with white designs along the hem and cuffs. His long hair was neatly combed

before setting it down. Letting her worry

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"There are no words to describe how I feel for what I did. None that could articulate how deeply sorry 1 am." Emeriel didn't wait for him to say more, closing the

instantly. Taut like a bowstring drawn too

hold me,"

the longest moment,

at last, his arms came around

Slowly at first,

that made her gasp. Clinging to her like a drowning man who finally found something solid to hold

depths of my heart," he breathed, burying his face into the curve of her neck. "I know those words are inadequate. A feeble attempt to make

his familiar scent. "Do me one favor. Stop

this. There is..." a shaky breath. "I

Emeriel bit her lips.

onto you," Daemonikai said, lowly. "You were the one bright star in a sky so dark it swallowed everything else wanted to keep you

She pulled