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

Chapter 608: "Aekeira-"

The door swung open so fast she stumbled back.

Grand Lord Vladya filled the doorway. His usually well-styled black hair was disheveled. The wild, unfocused look in his gray eyes told her everything she needed to know. A feral episode.

"Now is a bad time," he warned her, asking for space. "I'm not leaving him like this." Aekeira stepped inside. "How long has it been? When did it start?"

"Aekeira-"

"Please don't push me away," she moved closer. "I wish to be here. Let me be here."

"It might get bad. Very bad."

Aekeira's heart sank. And it had gotten bad a week ago, hadn't it? Things had spiraled out of control, and she had blamed him. Taken her hurt out on him, pushing him away, even when it wasn't his fault.

"I wish to apologize for-wait, these bruises…" She took in the deep discoloration around his jaw and on his forearms. "They are fresh. Did you fight again in court?"

"Just a few rough tumbles during the royal hunt," he muttered. "It's nothing."

"They don't look like nothing." Changing the subject, she looked up at him. "I am deeply sorry for what happened. I… was mad at myself. Mad at how helpless I felt. I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

"There's no reason to apologize," he said, shaking his head. "Seeing the condition Emeriel was in… I understand…" His eyes flashed yellow, and his hand shot out, gripping her neck.

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"Human scum," he growled in an angry, deadly tone.

Aekeira's breath seized as his grip held tight, cutting off her air. Her hands went to his wrist, but she didn't fight him. She had learned long ago that panicking only made things worse.

As quickly as it began, he released her as though she had bitten him, stepping back so fast he nearly lost his balance.

"I apologize. I apologize, Aekeira. Just leave. Tonight's… tonight's bad. I do not want you to get hurt."

Aekeira inhaled deeply, steadying her breath and her pounding heart. "I'm not going anywhere," she informed him. "So you may as well stop trying to push me away."

He shook his head again, his hands balled into fists. "It's too dangerous-"

"Please, let me help you, my lord," she whispered now, pleading.

Before he could protest, she pressed on. "It only gets this bad when you suppress your instincts for too long, and when you haven't been sleeping well. When was the last time you fed?"

"I'm not touching Merilyn in this state. And sleep…" He barked a bitter laugh. "Sleep is hard to come by when there are so many voices in your head giving you pointers on how to commit a mass massacre and bathe in their damn blood."

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