That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

Chapter 472: "Frustrated about my Daemon's return?"

Zaiper's expression darkened. "I don't understand why he refuses to stay dead." His thrusts became sharper, angrier. "Twice now, he's wrestled with the impossible and won. Who walks through the valleys of death and comes out alive?"

"Perhaps a righteous man," Sinai teased, her lips curving into a slight smile.

Zaiper shot her a glare. "You're not funny." "Apologies, Your Highness," she replied smoothly, arching a brow. "It was only a joke."

"As I said, there's"-thrust-"nothing"-aggressive thrust-"funny"-thrust-"about it," he punctuated with more brutal thrusts.

The girl screamed and then passed out beneath him.

"Finally, some peace and quiet," he grunted, stepping back to survey her unconscious form with a look of annoyance. "Every time things start going my way, something changes, and I'm back at square one. It's infuriating."

Pausing, Sinai glared at her nails. "It's all Emeriel's fault," she said resentfully. "That little human is a thorn in my side. She even saved my Daemon from your assassin, remember?"

"Oh, I remember," he sneered venomously.

"Maybe you should take her out. She'll be a far easier target."

"I'd do that, but Ottai's out for my blood. He'd sing like a canary to the court if harm came to the brat," Zaiper mimicked, his tone dripping with disdain.

"That doesn't mean you can't do it, Sinai." He stared at her. "Enough with the childish back-and-forth with her. Strike head-on-poisoned food, poisoned arrows. You won an archery contest a millennium ago, didn't you? You're good with arrows."

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Sinai's lips curved slightly. "Good" was an understatement.

Though she hadn't taken aim in a long time, one of the perks of a long life was time for endless hobbies. Archery had been one of hers, once. "I might actually do it."

Zaiper came with a blissed-out groan. Sinai could imagine his knot extending, locking him to the unconscious girl.

"You should," he urged with a satisfied gruff, falling atop the girl. "Use poisoned arrows. Do it from afar and leave no trace. Make sure the poison is rare enough that the antidote might as well be in another universe. Fire as many arrows as you can-ensure she dies on the spot."

Her death first, consequences later.

"Mmm." Her gaze drifted thoughtfully. Then, a slow smile spread across her face, her lips curving so wide they almost touched her ears.

A poison came to mind. One so rare its antidote was practically a myth. "Her death will solve everything."

Lying on his side, Zaiper pulled the girl to him. "It might even throw Daemonikai off balance again. It better, because something has to give! Right now, my anger could boil an entire river."

"Stay calm, my lord."

"Nothing ever goes my way." He glared daggers at the wall ahead. "Next thing you know, Vladya would return to the fortress."

Sinai's mouth twitched. "Now you're just torturing yourself. The third ruler was in the worst state imaginable when he vanished. I'm sure by now he's raving mad somewhere."

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