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.

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

Emeriel wanted to argue.

her sight, not in the state he was in. But the pleading look in his eyes

was asking for space, asking for some measure of control

hand. "But I'll be

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his shelf, Emeriel waited in the dim

head up. Daemonikai stepped into the study, closing the door

looked like

nightrobes, replaced with one of his heavy black garments embroidered with white designs along the hem and cuffs. His long hair was neatly combed and tied back at his

held up the book briefly before setting it down. Letting her worry show as she studied him.

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stopped just in front of her, those emerald eyes locking onto hers, "I should be asking you that question, not the other way around." His gaze dropped. His voice carried shame. "There are no words to describe how I feel for what I did. None

instantly. Taut like a bowstring drawn

me," she

longest moment, he didn't

at last, his arms came

Slowly at first,

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

face into the

a small voice as she nuzzled against his neck. Ravenously breathing in his familiar scent. "Do me one favor. Stop hating yourself. Stop the guilt, the

is nothing worse than this. There is..." a shaky breath. "I have prepared a special carriage and entourage to see you home

Emeriel bit her lips.

bright star in a sky so dark it swallowed everything else wanted to keep you for myself. But my mind is

She pulled