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

Chapter 595: Without another word, Daemonikai spun on his heel and headed to Blackstone. By the time he reached the western wing, he was feeling deeply uneasy.

Vladya had just stepped out of his door when he caught sight of Daemonikai approaching… and froze.

"Daemon?"

The grand king scowled. "What is wrong with everybody? Of course, it's me. Who else would it-" Vladya ran to him in a blur and slammed into him with such force that Daemonikai stumbled back a step. Vladya's arms locked around him like iron.

"What the hell-"

"You're back," Vladya's voice trembled, overflowing with relief. "You are back."

Daemonikai huffed, trying to free himself. "First, let up on the hug before you crack a rib… or several."

Vladya didn't budge, holding on as though letting go would undo whatever miracle had just occurred.

"Seriously, V.D., I get it. I'm glad you're starting to show emotions again, but you're overdoing it," Daemonikai grumbled, though there was a flicker of warmth in his tone.

At last, the male released him and stepped back, his features still uncharacteristically softened, studying Daemonikai in a way that made him uncomfortable.

"What?" Daemonikai snapped.

"You don't remember," Vladya's tone was resigned. It wasn't a question.

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"No, I don't. And-" Something caught his eye.

His hand shot out, grabbing Vladya's arm. "Vladya… Your hand. It changed back." The grand lord raised the hand in question, flexing it. Where once the flesh had been furry, paw-like, and bigger, now it was whole again.

"Yes. I woke up three mornings ago to this." Vladya flexed it again. "I wish to believe it means the madness is slowly losing its grip on me. And I also feel… more."

"No surprise there, you've been spending more time with a kind female like Emeriel's sister. That hole in your heart is bound to start closing-wait." Something Vladya had said caught his attention. "Three mornings ago?"

His old friend looked away.

"What is going on here?" Daemonikai's tone reflected his rising anger. "I woke up in the Forbidden Chambers, wearing the clothes I had on yesterday at the training grounds. But Wegai-" he jabbed a finger behind him toward the head guard-"is saying three days have passed. And now you're talking about three mornings ago? Someone better start talking before I start throwing hands, damn it!"

Vladya tilted his head toward the door of his chambers. "Come. You need to sit for this."

Daemonikai opened his mouth to argue, then clamped it shut. About damn time.

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