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

Chapter 831 Chapter 831: "...to track Emeriel. And when the time comes, I will strike." "Let's not waste this opportunity. We must wait, recover, and plan properly," Sinai pleaded. "Please, Zaiper. You're acting out of anger. You're not thinking this through." Zaiper moved without warning, grabbing her by the neck, lifting her off the ground, and throwing her away. Sinai screamed as she flew through the air, her back slamming against a tree with a dull thud that shook her bones. Pain shot up her spine, and for a moment, her lungs froze.

"Get out of my way, bitch." His eyes burned with gray and yellow fire, his voice deeper. "If I ever need your opinion, I'll come to you. Until then, don't put your mouth where it's not needed." Coughing and gasping, Sinai struggled to rise, blood on her lips. "Emeriel uses that soul bond to call Daemonikai with her mind when she's in danger! You've seen it. You know what she can do! How do you plan to stop it?" she yelled, coughing up blood. "If you keep going with this, you'll lead the rest of your soldiers to their deaths!" Zaiper's anger burned hotter.

"I have reasons to believe something's wrong with their bond. That night, she lost control, I was there. There was no recognition in her eyes, no awareness, just pure instinct. The night you shot her with your arrow... she didn't call for him then, did she?" Sinai's breathing slowed. No, she hadn't. The realization hit hard. "Something broke between them, and I'm counting on that," Zaiper growled. "I'll take Emeriel.

And Daemonikai will pay for what he's done." "I DON'T SEE ANYTHING WRONG in your eyes, Princess." I∆ŧе$т ¢#αpŧêяs Iи galnoνels.com Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Emeriel stared at the ocular healer, slowly shaking her head. "No, you don't understand. I see colors. And now they're even more vivid. Healthy eyes shouldn't see colors, healer." The Urekai woman packing her materials stopped. She turned to face Emeriel, her expression unreadable. "Tell me more about the colors you see." "There's not much to tell.

I can't identify the colors; I don't recognize them, and they're not always there. They come and go. Sometimes I see them when I look at someone. I..." She exhaled, frustration lacing her voice. "I don't know how to put it into words." The healer crossed her arms thoughtfully. "My opinion? It might be related to your pregnancy. Every person experiences it differently. It could be your body's unique reaction. I wouldn't worry too much." . . .