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.

was

look away

or will you deny

long silence

a slow

“You may go ahead.”

deeper into him, trying to disappear into

feared Daemonikai had lost his mind again. Sighing inwardly, he gave

to me, Aekeira

lifted to Vladya,

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

always been afraid of him, but now was not the time to dispel that fear. In fact,

crossed the space between them, walking with

him, Emeriel was taut as a bowstring, but

your neck to

growing stronger, mingling with her natural

to the side, she

stories now

he pressed his face to her throat and

was.

Faint, but indisputable.

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