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

Chapter 800:

“Calm your damned beast, or I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

With that, Vladya turned and walked away.

Daemonikai remained there, alone in the silence.

Speechless. Motionless.

For the first time in a long while, he had no idea what to say.

Hours later, Daemonikai sat in the recliner in his bedroom—freshly washed, newly bandaged, and wrapped in clean sheets. Faiwick had done a meticulous job: the bleeding was under control, the wounds had been thoroughly cleaned, and the stitches were neat. The pain lingered, but the worst had passed.

Daemonikai had his eyes closed, though sleep remained out of reach. The voices had quieted for now, but his head still pounded like a demon. Even so, the silence and solitude suited him. He would take whatever peace he could find.

he’d already made a mental

the truth was still the

Vladya was right.

walked it before. After Alvin died in his arms, after he found the lifeless bodies of Myka and Evie, he’d started to spiral, going from zero to ninety. But what pushed him over the edge were the

had tasted the

he had surrendered.

The sound of their bones snapping, their screams echoing in his ears…

on the edge again. And

I∆ţ€ş† ¢нåρтεѓś ¡η g∆lиσνεℓš.cøm

was no longer enough to keep him

knocked on the door and entered without waiting for

eyes and

said softly. But her gaze