MainNovelChapter 618: Emeriel took his hands in hers, bringing them to her lips, pressing a kiss to every finger. "Why would you use chains laced with the deadliest toxins to restrain yourself?" "You're missing the point," he looked exasperated. "I may truly be going feral again—or perhaps I never fully healed from it in the first place. There will be episodes of mindlessness in my future. Times when I won't be aware of what I'm doing. Driven only to satisfy the base instincts of my kind, even if it means hurting the ones dearest to me- not recognizing friend from foe." "You said you started to feel strange?" Emeriel's mind was working. "That means you can recognize the signs. That's good. It means it won't always be like last time." "Emeriel-" She stepped closer again. "How about this? The next tyou feel it coming on, you tell me. Or you tell Lord Vladya, Ottai, Wegai-anyone who cares about you. We'll find a way to help you, Daemon." Her Beloved was clearly frustrated. "Do you not understand what I'm saying?" "I do, my king," she replied calmly, folding her arms. “I simply choose not to listen to your perspective." "Emeriel... I have the power and strength to protect you from everything. But who will protect you from me?" He turned away, squaring his shoulders. "Take the carriage and leave. I beg of you." The look on King Daemonikai's face as he turned away from her-the pain, the raw anguish—made Emeriel's bravado falter.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI may truly lose him.
Get the latest gal"I'm not going back, and I'm not letting go," she stated firmly. "Listen to me—" "You waste your tif you really think I will." Emeriel moved to face him, letting her misery show. Her voice was small. "Instead of thinking it to death, why not hold me?" His eyes squeezed closed, as though mentally restraining himself. "Hold me, please?" Emeriel sounded needy even to her own ears, but she didn't care.
After over a week without him, after the horrors, all she wanted was to feel his arms around her again. "Please?" "Hell's balls." Then, King Daemonikai lifted her off her feet with one arm around her knees and the other on her back. He held her so close, as if she were a lifeline he needed.
A needy moan slipped from her as she melted into him. Yes, yes.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe carried her across the study, lowering them onto the plush cushions, keeping her cradled in his lap. His hands were trembling.
"You never need to ask. It's just..."
"I waited for you to come, but you didn't," Emeriel's voice shook.
"How could I, after what I did to you?" He groaned. "I wanted to bury myself in my chambers and never step into O the light again. I have so many regrets." His heart beat unsteadily against her palm.
"I should have ended the hunger strike long ago," Daemonikai om continued, his voice cracking. "If I had fed from my Bloodhost... I wouldn't have almost drained you."
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