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

Chapter 472:

“Frustrated about my Daemon’s return?”

Zaiper’s expression darkened. “I don’t understand why he refuses to stay dead.” His thrusts became sharper, angrier. “Twice now, he’s wrestled with the impossible and won. Who walks through the valleys of death and comes out alive?”

“Perhaps a righteous man,” Sinai teased, her lips curving into a slight smile.

Zaiper shot her a glare. “You’re not funny.”

“Apologies, Your Highness,” she replied smoothly, arching a brow. “It was only a joke.”

“As I said, there’s”—thrust—”nothing”—aggressive thrust—”funny”—thrust—”about it,” he punctuated with more brutal thrusts.

The girl screamed and then passed out beneath him.

back to survey her unconscious form with a look of annoyance. “Every

resentfully. “That little human is a thorn in my side. She even saved my

I remember,” he sneered

her out. She’ll be a

my blood. He’d sing like a canary to the court if harm came to the

can’t do it, Sinai.” He stared at her. “Enough with the childish back-and-forth with her. Strike head-on—poisoned food, poisoned arrows. You won an archery contest a millennium ago, didn’t you?

L∆tєѕt chαptєrs ιn g?lnovєl?.?ᴏm

lips curved slightly. “Good”

perks of a long life was time for endless hobbies. Archery

came with a blissed-out groan. Sinai could imagine his knot extending, locking him to the unconscious

no trace. Make sure the poison is rare enough that the antidote might as well be in another universe. Fire as many arrows

first,

thoughtfully. Then, a slow smile spread across her

poison came to mind. One so rare its antidote was practically a myth.