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.

study?" he said, his tone quieter now. More careful.

Emeriel wanted to argue.

out of her sight, not in the state he was in. But

for space, asking for

his hand. "But I'll be

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with a historical book on his shelf, Emeriel waited in the dim study, the soft light from

the door snapped her head up. Daemonikai stepped into the

like himself

his heavy black garments embroidered with white designs along the hem and cuffs. His long hair was neatly combed and tied back at his nape, ca "I apologize for keeping you waiting," His deep voice was soft

it down. Letting her worry show as she studied him. "How do you feel? You did have a

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are no words to describe how I feel for what I did. None that could articulate how deeply sorry 1 am."

Taut like a

hold me," she

longest moment,

at last, his arms came

Slowly at first,

a way that made her gasp. Clinging to her like a drowning man

he breathed, burying his face into the curve of

neck. Ravenously breathing in his familiar scent. "Do me one favor. Stop hating yourself. Stop the guilt, the anger. We have

worse than this. There is..." a shaky breath. "I have prepared a special carriage and entourage to see

Emeriel bit her lips.

a sky so dark it swallowed everything else wanted to keep you for myself. But my mind is unstable again, Emeriel. What I did to you... I cannot bear the

She pulled