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

Chapter 543: Daemonikai shrugged out of his hunting cloak, folding it neatly before answering, his voice flat. "I have none yet."

"Perhaps you should, Daemon. The sooner you do, the faster you'll tackle your thirst." Vladya took a deep breath. "I sincerely don't know why you aren't drinking from her. Even if you don't wish to see her, there are many ways to get her blood."

"I know that," Daemonikai bit out, his headache worsening. He rubbed his temple before walking over to pour water from a decanter, the steady trickle of liquid briefly filling the room.

He ignored the glass once it was full. "I cannot drink from her. I will not." "Starving yourself is not the solution," Vladya added quietly. "She tried to kill Emeriel. My bloodhost-the one person whose existence is tied to keeping me alive-poisoned and almost killed my Soulbond, the one person in existence who is my life." The words came out in a suppressed fury, vibrating through the room.

His hand gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white. "I knew Sinai was hard-vicious, even-but this? This is vile. This makes me question what else she's done. What other horrors she has hidden."

"You need her," Vladya said calmly, understanding gleaming in his silver-gray eyes. "Bloodhosts aren't just anyone, Daemon. You don't have another, nor does anyone else. They are exceedingly rare, you know this. For another to emerge, the current one must die, and even then, it could take years. Many of our kind do not survive the waiting period."

"You're not telling me anything I don't already know."

"I wonder about that. You need a reminder, evidently," Vladya added. "Your control is legendary, but you are hungry. Very soon, you will start throwing pheromones around."

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"It will not get to that," Daemonikai snapped, his patience thinning.

"You cannot give Sinai the maximum punishment," Vladya said warily. "She must get away with the minimum. I know it, you know it, the court knows it. Why not get it over with?"

Daemonikai glanced at the abandoned glass of water, his lips pressed into a thin line. He knew all that. That was precisely why he tried to avoid dwelling on Sinai and her crime.

"While staying away might be punishment for her, you're also punishing yourself. You are still recovering from soul death, and on top of that, you're healing from the poison ravaging your organs. You need to feed."

Daemonikai sighed, sinking into the chair opposite his friend. He leaned back, closing his eyes, trying to block out the incessant pounding in his skull. The headache was constant now. At this rate, he'd win a trophy for enduring the sheer number of headaches plaguing him.

Rarely did a moment pass where his mind was clear and pain-free, and he knew-deep down-he couldn't keep this up much longer.

"I will feed from Emeriel when it becomes too much," he muttered, the words heavy with reluctance.

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