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

Chapter 842:

The sound of weapons.

Emeriel tried to rise, but it was too much effort, so she began to crawl.

Dragging herself toward the hiding spot, every movement was a battle. She was almost there. Almost… A hand tangled in her hair and yanked.

“I’ve got her!” the voice roared. Fingers grabbed her by the shoulder and hauled her to her feet.

“Put the dagger to her chest and let’s get out of here!” another voice shouted.

Emeriel drove her knee into the inner part of his leg, just above the joint. His grip loosened enough for her to break free, crouch down, and strike his ankle with her heel.

He stumbled but managed to steady himself before he could fall.

“What the hell?! We’ve got a mama fighter here!” said the masked man.

The attacker laughed, amused.

she

bent over, coughing and clutching

for her life, but he circled his arm around her

against him, pressing hard on her abdomen. My

struck the top of

slammed

roar and the loosening of his grip

broke free and ran

the impact jolting her spine. His hand clamped around her throat,

he shouted furiously

imagination thrives at

at his arm, tears burning her eyes, fear twisting inside her for the

see how fierce you

as her lungs screamed. She couldn’t breathe. Her legs kicked weakly,

of the corner of her eye, she saw other men—many of them, masked and cloaked in black