Chapter 709:

Daemonikai had no idea which devastated him more—the vivid memory of every cut, every bruise, every swollen mark on her flesh that morning… or this.

Watching her relive that night each time he put his hands on her.

Ukrae, grant me this one favor. Just this once.

Help me find the wretch who dared tamper with my mind. One single piece of proof—that is all I ask. Just point me in the right fucking direction.

I, Daemonikai Vipertheriov Naelzharoth, will never go easy on them. They will live and breathe torture. When I am done, they will beg for death, but I will not grant it.

Chest filled with boiling rage, Daemonikai pressed his face into the crook of Emeriel’s neck, rocking her—trying to calm himself as well. Breathing in her scent like a penitent.

I will find them—even if I have to burn this entire city to the ground to do it. I fucking will.

And when I do, I will be their tormentor. Their judge, jury, and executioner.

PRINCESS AEKEIRA

as she hummed an old lullaby. Sunlight spilled pale and thin through the lattice, allowing

Until Emeriel entered.

swollen and red, face pale with exhaustion. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her lips trembled even

Aekeira dropped her sewing at once, rising quickly to her

you alright? Why do

room, collapsed into her arms, and started bawling. The kind where the sobs are harsh and violent, as if dragged from

on!?” Aekeira was panicking

shouldn’t be

was crying too, unable to

“Em, please!”

Still, Emeriel only wept.

to her

her sister down with

had no sense of how much time passed. At last,

in a whisper

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