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

Chapter 519: She had been thrown into this dark, claustrophobic hole, like discarded trash, left to rot.

There was no contact from anyone, no interrogation, nothing but the oppressive stillness and the sound of her own breathing.

At first, she felt insulted. How dare they ignore me!?

But then it became oddly comforting-no questions meant no accusations, no humiliations. And now, that comfort had given way to fury.

"He cannot stay away forever," Sinai muttered, stomping back and forth, her hands clenching and unclenching. "He cannot go without blood for long. He needs me. I am his bloodhost. He will come. He has to."

But even as she said those words, a cold voice in the back of her mind mocked her. You've been saying that every day, haven't you? And yet… here you are.

She snatched up the empty plate from her last meal, hurling it across the cell. The clatter of it smashing against the stone did little to ease her anger.

"How could he do this to me?!" she screamed, breathing hard. How could he choose to starve himself just so he could punish me?

Do they even know he hasn't fed? Do they realize how long it's been? She paused, staring at the shadowy corners of the room. "He hides it, I know he does. Do they realize what that does to him?"

She doubted it. Her Daemon would hide the symptoms. He was far too proud to let anyone see his weaknesses.

Sinai could picture it vividly. The headaches, the trembling hands, the constant ringing in his ears, the dizziness that would leave him staggering.

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He would suffer through it all in secret rather than admit he needed her.

Would he rather die than come here and see me? Would he truly leave me to waste away in this hellhole?

Sinai turned to the nearest wall, slamming her fist into it with all her might. "Damn him! Damn him for leaving me like this!"

Again and again, snarling, growling, letting her restless beast claw its way to the surface. Until her knuckles were raw and bleeding. And Zaiper, that treacherous bastard…

Not once had he visited her. Not once had he checked on her.

Sinai knew he couldn't be trusted. He had told her to act first, to deal with the consequences later. And where was he now?

What was he doing to fix this?

He was out there, living freely, while she rotted in this pit.

She raked her fingers through her tousled hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. "I hate this! I hate this! I hate HER!" she yelled. "This is all because of that vile girl!"

With another scream, she kicked the wall so hard that pain shot up her leg, but she barely felt it. Her beast roared inside her, just as furious.

"What did I do that was so wrong?! What is my crime?!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. "That I tried to kill Emeriel!? My only sin was failing, do you hear me?! She should have died! I should have made sure she died!"

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