That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate

Chapter 746:

Sinai said nothing, watching her work with narrowed eyes. She didn’t know how long she would be gone. Perhaps years, perhaps forever. She needed enough wealth to live comfortably, and she would need every resource at her disposal to search for Lord Zaiper.

She needed to find him. She just didn’t know if he would be in any of his hideouts or the secret caves.

Zaiper…

It was still difficult to believe that Razarr was dead. How was the lord coping with it?

For all his ruthlessness and wickedness, Sinai knew Zaiper had cared for his head guard. Hell, they had been together for millennia. Razarr had been the only one Zaiper kept by his side through every rise and fall, through every turn of the centuries. The only constant.

Sinai felt a flicker of satisfaction at Razarr’s death. It was fitting that Zaiper should finally experience pain. After manipulating her into carrying out his schemes and leaving her to rot in a dungeon for months, it was only fair he should suffer.

Limping to the window, she suppressed a painful wince with each step.

Below, soldiers swarmed the courtyard. The entire garrison of Greyrock had been arrested and was now under investigation. The fortress was in chaos.

I need to be gone before it all comes crashing down.

Now, as for what she was leaving behind…

Her Daemon.noveldrama

No. King Daemonikai.

For the first time in centuries, Sinai found no satisfaction in calling him hers. That male had nearly killed her.

She had only been awake for three days in the last two weeks, but the nightmares still came, dragging her back to that night… the longest night of her life.

The only reason Sinai had survived was because she’d forced herself to shift—using the last of her strength to take her beast form and hold it through most of the night. Her beast had taken the brunt of it, and even then, she had felt every harm, every tearing wound, every horror.

When she finally woke again as a female, her body had borne the ruin of it.

A shudder racked through her. Her right arm was still broken, she was missing a toe, and the swelling along her jaw hadn’t fully gone.

The one time she’d found the courage to look in the mirror, three days past, a stranger had stared back at her—a female who looked as if she had fought four wild lions and lost. She hadn’t dared look again until today.

Is this what Emeriel went through?

Sinai refused to believe it. How had Emeriel survived? How had she remained so strong?

She could no longer deny the truth. Daemonikai would never be hers. And now, Sinai was certain she no longer wanted him to be.

At least Zaiper—dark and depraved as he was—still had his mind intact. Sinai had never thought to value something as simple as sanity in a man, but hey, better late than never.

𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝗱𝘁𝗵𝓮 𝗰𝗵𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 @ gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩼.c𝗈𝗺

Time to join hands with Zaiper fully.

“Make sure to pack my pickspin,” she said over her shoulder.

“Yes, Mistress.”

When the maid finished, Sinai turned to her. There was still one last thing to handle.

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