Chapter 572:

Pain.

Raw, deep, intense pain. The kind that burrowed deep into her bones. Tears filled her eyes, and Sinai didn’t even try to hold them back. They streamed down her cheeks, hot and unchecked, like rivulets carving through a barren field.

“Wipe those tears,” Zaiper waved a dismissive hand. “It’s shameful to see such weakness from you, Sinai.”

“Why does it not bother you? Shouldn’t you be as miserable as I am?” She gripped the cold iron rails of her cell so hard her hands shook. “With every moment she’s with my Daemon, he recovers more. Life flows back into him. She’s no ordinary person—she was made for him. His. Soulbond.” Sinai spat the words.

“That means if he mates with her, their bond will be far stronger than what he had with Grand Queen Evielym. He will be as healthy as a newborn, and you, Grand Lord Zaiper, will never overthrow him. You will be back to square zero, and that grand throne will never be yours.”

“That will never happen,” Zaiper stated flatly. “They will never mate.”

“And why is that?”

making plans to

Bitterness dripped from her tone. “And they never age well. One of your nonsense plans is what

people, should know never to bleed on a crime scene.” Zaiper

That drop of

she asked instead. “When is Emeriel going to become nothing

content live on

have you?” Zaiper shook his head in disappointment. “One would think, after all this time locked away, you’d start thinking with your

lowered her eyes, furiously wiping away

his tongue in disapproval. “Worry not. This time, I’m planning something grand—something

was

what kind of mental torture ‘your Daemon’ might inflict upon you when he finally gives you the time of day, and the secrets you might be tempted to reveal just to gain

his scrutiny. That sounded… disturbingly like something she would

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