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

Chapter 618:

Emeriel took his hands in hers, bringing them to her lips, pressing a kiss to every finger. “Why would you use chains laced with the deadliest toxins to restrain yourself?”

“You’re missing the point,” he looked exasperated. “I may truly be going feral again—or perhaps I never fully healed from it in the first place. There will be episodes of mindlessness in my future. Times when I won’t be aware of what I’m doing. Driven only to satisfy the base instincts of my kind, even if it means hurting the ones dearest to me— not recognizing friend from foe.”

“You said you started to feel strange?” Emeriel’s mind was working. “That means you can recognize the signs. That’s good. It means it won’t always be like last time.”

“Emeriel—”

She stepped closer again. “How about this? The next time you feel it coming on, you tell me. Or you tell Lord Vladya, Ottai, Wegai—anyone who cares about you. We’ll find a way to help you, Daemon.”

Her Beloved was clearly frustrated. “Do you not understand what I’m saying?”

“I do, my king,” she replied calmly, folding her arms. “I simply choose not to listen to your perspective.”

power and strength to protect you from everything. But who will protect you from me?” He turned away, squaring his shoulders. “Take

he turned away from

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not letting go,” she stated

time if you

him, letting her misery show. Her voice was small. “Instead of thinking it to

eyes squeezed closed, as though mentally restraining himself. “Hold me, please?” Emeriel sounded needy even to her own ears, but

after the horrors, all she wanted

with one arm around her knees and the other on her back. He held her so close, as if she were a

moan slipped from her as

her across the study, lowering them onto the plush cushions, keeping her cradled in his lap. His hands