MainNovelChapter 592: Livia stood waiting inside with a few human slaves and Urekai maids. Her face was composed, but those swollen, red-rimmed eyes betrayed how much she had cried.
When Vladya entered, a young human girl began to sob openly at the sight of Emeriel.
"Amie, now is not the tto cry," Livia said sternly, though her own voice trembled. "Get the herb bag—quick!” The girl scrambled to obey.
"Yella," Livia continued. "Start preparing the potions." As she issued more commands, Vladya laid the unconscious girl on the bed, while Ottai remained outside.
Finally, he allowed himself to take a good look at her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEmeriel's knees were scabbed, dark with dried blood. One arm was swollen, bruised, and mottled.
Several strands of her hair had fallen out, clinging to her sweaty, bare skin. Bruises covered almost every part of her body.
Her complexion was nearly white, drained of blood. Even the bite mark on her neck was rough and open; the beast had not closed the wound. It would scar—of that, Vladya was certain.
Steeling himself, he elongated his fangs and leaned over her neck. Gently fitting his teeth over the bite, he pierced just enough to draw the faintest trace of her blood. The elixir in his own saliva activated, and he swiped his tongue over the wound to close it.
It was a small thing, a single wound among countless others, but it was something.
Stay connected galηovsAs he stepped back, Livia climbed onto the bed and parted Emeriel's thighs. Vladya looked away.
"Oh, heavens..." Livia whispered, her voice trembling with horror.
Despite himself, Vladya turned his head... and stopped breathing.
The bruises on her thighs were worse. Deeper. Angrier.
Blood and semen mixed, staining her skin and the sheets beneath her.
She looked so small, so broken.
Vladya's chest felt like lead. As if a carriage had just unburdened its load on him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHow had it cto this? What could have gone wrong? How had Daemonikai and Emeriel stumbled onto this cliff? Was it one they could ever hope to cross, or was this the end of the road for both of them? As Livia began cleaning the girl, the feeling in Vladya's chest grew. He rubbed his hand over it, trying to ease the ache... again and again.
Livia carefully wiped a cloth over Emeriel's bruised and bloodied m privates, and the gir stirred for the first time, her eyelids fluttering weakly.
"St-stop... pl-please." Tears leaked from the corners of her tightlyshut comers of eyes. "Hurts..." Vladya's eyes watered.
Turning away sharply, he walked out.
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