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

Chapter 453:

“Nice shot,” Emeriel commented.

“Thanks. Hey, come over here,” he beckoned her closer.

Strapping the quiver of arrows to her back, Emeriel joined him at the stand.

“Each shot is a moment to breathe, to release the burdens that weigh on you,” Daemonikai said softly, setting up her shot. “Weeks of caring for me must have been difficult. I figured this would be a good way to relax. Archery can be surprisingly therapeutic.”

Emeriel focused on the target, her fingers brushing the bowstring.

“It’s also a useful skill for safety and defense,” he continued. “In the days of old, archers believed that—”

The sudden whizz of an arrow cut him off. Emeriel had already loosed her arrow, striking the bullseye with pinpoint accuracy.

His jaw dropped.

back at Emeriel, then back at

shrugged nonchalantly. “I learned a

Archery is not an easy skill to master. How did you learn to shoot like

at the target, her eyes distant, as if

“Emeriel…”

just say pain can be

that, Daemonikai’s good mood

than anything he had ever imagined. He had known it would be bad, had expected suffering, but the reality was on a

only on

hollowing hunger deep within his

misery, with him barely functioning. Grief was swallowed by something darker—a soul-deep need that clawed at

back right here. But the guilt always stopped him. How could he want another woman so desperately when his lifetime bondmate lay beneath the ground, dead because of his failure to protect

he desire a

of Evie, but of Emeriel? Wondering what the future would have