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

Chapter 775: "Mm?" He barely looked up. "What were you saying?"

"We. Are. Being. Hunted," she said through clenched teeth. "Every sentinel. The Shadows, Bloodhounds, Stormriders-we are being hunted like marked criminals for slaughter, and you sit here, saying nothing! Doing nothing!"

"You think I enjoy this?" Zaiper snarled, rising. "I had to run last night butt naked, ambushed in my sleep. I barely escaped. I've been crawling through cities, caves, underground passageways like some rat-do you think I enjoy this?"

With a hiss of fury, he hurled the goblet at the wall. "Then stop wallowing in misery and lead! Take command before you get us both killed!" Sinai's voice rose. She was too scared and furious to soften her words now.

"I thought you said you didn't love him."

"I do not feel such petty things!" he sneered.

"Good. That's very good. Now dust off whatever grand emotion it is you are feeling, and act like the male you claim to be." She crossed her arms. "How far are we from this shelter you speak so highly of? Is it truly worth the risks we take every night?"

He didn't answer her, calling for the guards, ordering a bath drawn, stripping off the foul clothes he'd worn for days.

That appeased a little bit of Sinai's anger. Finally.

She hated to admit it, but she was beginning to regret following him. At the time, she'd been too scared of being found out, and once she had outed herself, it was either flee alone or go with Zaiper.

But she had vastly underestimated how hard Razarr's death would hit him.

If Zaiper wasn't roaming the shadows like a ghost, he was locked in some windowless room, brooding in silence, sipping blood like wine.

So much for a male who claimed to feel nothing. Daemonikai had truly gotten to him.

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Still, at least now, he was moving. Taking action. Bathing.

Small steps. But steps nonetheless.

Sinai sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, watching him.

"Open the curtains and windows," she ordered one of the guards. "Let some light and air into this crypt."

Zaiper didn't protest.

She took that as a win too.

PRINCESS EMERIEL

Emeriel woke to the adoration of his lips on every part of her body. His lips touched everywhere, without hurry, like a male ready to spend eternity learning her. Each kiss was a brand, a silent vow against her skin.

She stretched with a feline smile, back arching into the sheets.

"Good morning, dearest."

For the first time in moons, she'd slept deeply-like a baby, wrapped in his safety.

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