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

Chapter 360

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Chapter 360

Hours later, Daemonikai sat in the reclining chair of his bedchamber, freshly washed, freshly bandaged, and clothed in clean linens. Faiwick had done a thorough job–curbed the bleeding, cleaned the wounds meticulously, and stitched them with care. The pain remained, but the worst had passed.

Daemonikai’s eyes were closed, though sleep remained out of reach. The voices had quieted for now, but his head throbbed like the devils. Still, the silence and solitude served him well. He would take whatever peace he could find.

He was still furious with Vladya. That had not changed, and he’d already made a mental note to plant a well–deserved punch in the male’s gut the next time they crossed paths.

But truth was truth.

Vladya was right.

The thirst to kill was becoming impossible to ignore. And the more he fed that hunger, the closer he got to Madness Land. He knew the path, had walked it before. After Alvin died in his arms, after he found Myka and Evie’s lifeless bodies, he’d begun to spiral–going from zero to ninety. But what had pushed him over the edge then were the killings that followed.

He’d tasted the blood of his enemies, and he had given in. Fully.

Taken his beast form, he’d massacred every human soldier in sight. The sound of their bones breaking, their screams ringing in his ears… those had been the last coherent things he remembered before he tumbled over.

Now, he was teetering there again.

d the hunger for slaughter was back.

Sheer will was no longer enough to hold him steady. He needed to satisfy his basic instincts soon.

A knock came and his door opened

ithout waiting for a reply.

eyes to find

gaze flicked

hand toward

were slow as she crossed the room toward him. He watched her in silence, his possessive instincts stirring. Seven months into her carrying, her belly was high and full–rounder even than her sister’s, which made her self–conscious. But Daemonikai thought she looked sexy.

was within reach, he caught her hand, tugging her gently into his lap. He settled her against him with careful hands, one large

“Did you find him? Did you fight and he escaped? Is that why

“We crossed feral territories. Fought packs of them.” He caressed

resting on his chest. “And your mind?” she asked.

“Quiet.”

did not tell her how loud they had become of late. How difficult it had been to hold

who wove the spell?” she asked next.

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forced calm into his tone. “The only thing we know is that he’s still within

Emeriel’s lips thinned.

weave the spell. but it would

her head before he

will not be crippled and bedridden while enemies roam free in

with the plan I

her gaze. “So, I’ve been thinking when she lifted her eyes again, there

she held

Soulbond, Daemon. Three years ago, my blood saved your life. Dark

refused outright, without question. He hadn’t forgotten the healers‘ warnings–that taking blood from her at an advanced stage could cause her discomfort. But what he’d neglected to remember was

she said, smiling faintly. “And the safe herbal concoctions the healers prepared for blood fortification. I can do this.”

him, he

missed it. Missed her–the rich, potent taste of her sliding down his throat instead of the teasing sip or two he had allowed himself these

worked around a

she recovered quickly. “Good. How do you want me?”