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

Chapter 637: Daemonikai frowned. What? Just wait a goddamn minute.

"What do you mean by-"

"And beware of the Vampire of Greyrock," she cut in, clearly a warning this time.

"He is more dangerous than he seems." As soon as the words left her lips, she winced sharply, her hand flying to her temple as though struck by a sudden, searing pain. Daemonikai didn't need to ask-he knew exactly what was happening.

She had just spoken something she should not have said.

And it had hurt her.

His frown deepened. Why would she risk such pain just to give him a warning he already knew?

The Oracle had withheld so much throughout their conversation, choosing her words carefully… Why go against her oath, wasting a warning on something so glaringly obvious?

When he reached his study, Vladya was already there, waiting. Restless, anxious, and brimming with impatience. He stood near the wooden desk, fingers tapping absently against the gilded edge of a book left open, though his eyes were fixed solely on the door. As soon as Daemonikai entered, Vladya straightened.

"Did you speak to her about my soul?"

Daemonikai met his gaze and nodded, unrushed. Letting the silence stretch a moment before he spoke.

"I did." A beat passed. Vladya inhaled sharply.

"And?"

Daemonikai leaned casually against the door and smiled knowingly.

"She's looking into it."

The words worked like lightning had struck Vladya. His face shifted instantly… from doubt to elation, from disbelief to hope.

When he spoke again, it was almost a whisper.

"I could get my soul back?"

"Remember, she's not promising anything," Daemonikai warned.

"And the success rate is low, but-"

"But there's actually a possibility?" Vladya's tone held barely contained excitement.

"And she agreed to look into it?"

Daemonikai inclined his head, amused at his friend's reaction.

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Vladya let out a long breath. The grin that stretched across his face was wide, unguarded, almost disbelieving.

"What instructions did she give? Is there a regimen to follow?"

Daemonikai shook his head.

"Only that you should go to her haven at dawn for the first ritual. That will determine whether the rest may work."

Vladya absorbed the words, looking reverent.

"For the first time ever, something can be done," he murmured, more to himself than to Daemonikai.

"It's no longer an unreachable dream. A hopeless vision of a mad male."

Daemonikai's eyes softened. Walking over, he clasped a hand over his friend's shoulder.

"Congratulations, my dear friend."

GRAND LORD ZAIPER

Grand Lord Zaiper lounged in his living room, his boots propped comfortably on a velvet footstool. A goblet of ale rested loosely in his hand as he watched the fire crackle lazily in the hearth.

After leaving court, he had spent hours downtown, carefully avoiding his home until well past midnight- all to escape facing the Oracle. Zaiper needed time to decide his next move, to strategize how best to deal with the problem that was her. Until he reached a decision, he would avoid her as much as possible.

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