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

Chapter 747:

“Nora.”

“Mistress.”

“Listen closely. If anyone comes asking about me, or demands to know where I am, you will tell them I went on a trip to relieve stress. Never, under any circumstances, reveal how much I packed for this journey or how desperate I was to leave. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress! I understand.”

“We’ve been here three days, Your Highness. The Grand King’s elites are out looking for us—we’re being hunted like dogs. We cannot afford to stay in one place this long.”

Kady’s voice came from the door.

“Close the door from the other side, Kady,” Zaiper growled. Silence.

He heard no footsteps. No shift of weight on the stones.

“Get out.”

scrape of boots. Then the low groan of the hinges as the door

familiar darkness greeting him. The small chamber was

his

the last thing

things, he could pretend just a little longer. He could pretend none

through caves and abandoned hovels like a lowlife thug, waiting for the cover of night to

A delusion conjured by exhaustion to toy with his cold heart, degrading him to be like all those weakling males who felt emotions for others. Zaiper laughed when villages burned, smiled

there, silent and stoic in

content

He could not be.

why, in all the blasted hells, is this filthy, makeshift pillow beneath my head damp with my tears once

improved when he received word that Princess Emeriel awaited

on his face, a large, commanding figure leaned