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

Chapter 867:

Zaiper staggered where he stood and received a punch to the stomach.

“And it was very meticulous,” Daemonikai clicked his tongue softly. “Three scrolls. Three different messenger birds. Sent from three different outposts. I wonder if the number was symbolic.”

“I can’t…” Zaiper rasped. “Are you telling me… that she… Sinai?”

“Yes,” Daemonikai nodded calmly. “And I’m grateful. Because now, at last, I have you within my reach. When I’m done with you, Zaiper… you’ll wish I had killed you at the trial. You’ll wish your life had ended before today began.”

“Why don’t we start now?” Behind him, Azrael’s voice was low and hungry. “I wouldn’t mind joining the fun.”

“No. Not yet.” Daemonikai nodded toward the sky. “Not under that.”

The eclipsed moon hung like a burning wound: beautiful, cursed, and cruel.

said. “The toxins in his blood are weakening him tonight. I don’t want him dead yet. That doesn’t

at him without blinking. Then he

the trees. His head snapped to the side, and the crack of a bone—his nose—rang clearly. He choked, blood flooding his throat. He struggled to swallow it, then collapsed against

iron filled his mouth. He tried to move but

out again: distant, fading, like thunder after a storm

Boots approached.

vision blurred, and all he saw was the moon, shining like an eye that had witnessed every sin he’d committed…

OF THE

soldiers dragged Zaiper away, Daemonikai turned to the

check it

took it with a firm nod.

my aid, everything changed. We may be even now, but call