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

Chapter 740:

“Beware the vampire of Greyrock,” he laughed without mirth.

“When the Oracle gave me that warning, I thought her foolish. Why risk pain to tell me something I already knew?” He paused, then scoffed.

“What did I know? I was dining with the male who killed my entire family. Oblivious and fucking stupid.”

Emeriel dipped her fingers into the clay bowl again, coating them with the warmed oil, and began smoothing them over his shoulders once more.

“At least that answers the question of why he was not broken like the rest of us. I always cut him some slack because he lost his beloved brother. I never would have thought him involved.” Daemonikai shook his head.

“I watched those two grow. They were brothers every step of the way—loved and cared for each other. I cannot believe Zaiper killed Kristoff.”

“As if that were not enough, he wove dark magic into my mind. Had the Oracle not dragged the truth into the light… how much longer would he have gone on without being caught?” Emeriel had her own regrets. She had suspected him. In the past, Emeriel had repeatedly wondered how humans had executed such complex plans without aid. The plan had been too successful. But then her personal problems had gotten in the way and overtaken her focus.

“I should have told you. Even without evidence or knowing the magnitude of the accusation, I should have told you anyway. Would it have made a difference?”

“I want answers,” Daemonikai stated in a hard voice.

“No matter what I do to him, the answers must come first. I deserve them. Our people deserve them.”

wasn’t working; he was too rigid. His body was tight as

here,” he said, hands reaching for her, guiding her to

began to work the small buttons of her nightdress. One by one, they came undone, and he eased the loose clothing down her shoulders until it slipped to the floor,

heart raced. Her skin warmed, suddenly overcome with nerves. But he simply… looked. Really, really looked.

resting his palm upon the

it together,” he said roughly, “is our young one. The unbelievable life

struggling, Emeriel,” he admitted at last, his

first time since I returned from the realm of the dead, the

face in my mind, I see our young one, and that’s how I have kept my head above

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lowered his gaze back to her

to face my greatest enemy?

be born into a world where he still walks? You, my little sunshine, deserve better. Better than to breathe the same air

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world of him, and to do so, I must find the strength to hold myself together during these trying times, even if I have to bare your

his face with both hands, lifting it to look

I

“Please, tell me.”

briefly at her