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.

smile could stretch further, she drove her elbow into

bent over, coughing and clutching his

her life, but he circled his arm around her and

brute strength crushed her against him, pressing hard on her abdomen.

top of his foot hard with her

go. She slammed the

skull, but his roar and the loosening of

broke free and

her against a tree, the impact jolting her spine. His

shouted furiously in

imagination thrives

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

squeezed harder, hissing, “Let’s see how fierce you are without

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

eye, she saw other men—many of them, masked and cloaked in black robes. How many soldiers had come today to kill her? To watch her die? Were they