Chapter 681:

But as Vladya led her closer, Daemonikai caught her scent.

And went still.

“Your Grace?” Emeriel had noticed his sudden tension.

He lifted her gently, setting her aside, and rose to his feet. Moving deliberately past her, he settled his eyes fully on her sister.

“May I scent her?” Daemonikai asked Vladya, calmly.

Vladya’s brow furrowed.

“Is everything all right? I—”

“Vladya,” he snapped, adding command to his voice.

“I, the grand king, am formally requesting permission to scent one of my subject’s females. Unless you are prepared to defy me, you will obey.” The room tensed.

Vladya’s spine went ramrod straight, the playfulness vanishing from his demeanor.

A breath hitched nearby.

Emeriel’s voice was soft with

did not look away

or will you deny

silence stretched between

gave a slow nod at

“You may go ahead.”

into him,

had lost his mind again. Sighing inwardly,

to me, Aekeira

lifted to

the tightness in his friend’s jaw as he ground his teeth together, but in the end, Vladya gave

not the time to dispel that fear.

them, walking with

a bowstring, but she

your neck

rippled through Aekeira, her fear scent growing stronger, mingling

the side, she closed her

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head, he pressed his face to her throat and

it was.

Faint, but indisputable.

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