RedNovelChapter 616: "I'm fine right where I am." Her eyes swept the room again, taking in the disorder. "What are you doing, Daemon? This isn't you." He looked away. "Well, it seems I do not know myself anymore, anyway." "Come, let's get out of here. We can wait in the study while the servants clean up." A battle warred in his face. He looked at her with pain and hesitation, as though he couldn't decide whether to accept the hand she was offering or retreat further into the darkness.
"Emeriel..." "Please," she urged, taking his hand in hers. "Do it for me." After a long, tense pause, he let her guide him toward the door. But just as they reached it, he stopped.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Why don't you wait in my study?" he said, his tone quieter now. More careful. "I could... also use a bath." Emeriel wanted to argue. Every instinct screamed at her not to let him out of her sight, not in the state he was in. But the pleading look in his eyes gave her pause.
He was asking for space, asking for smeasure of control over himself.
"Okay," she released his hand. "But I'll be waiting for you." Busying herself with a historical book on his shelf, Emeriel waited in the dim study, the soft light from the fireplace flickering across the room.
The creak of the door snapped her head up. Daemonikai stepped into the study, closing the door quietly behind him.
At€şt ¢нåρtεś ¡n gAluovεlšHe looked like himself again. Gone were the filthy, wrinkled nightrobes, replaced with one of his heavy black garments embroidered with white designs along the hem and cuffs. His long hair was neatly combed and tied back at his nape, cascading like silk down his back. He stood straight and composed.
"I apologize for keeping you waiting," his deep voice was soft as he walked toward her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I didn't notice." Emeriel held up the book briefly before setting it down, letting her worry show as she studied him. "How do you feel? You did have a lot to drink." "You are worried about me?" He stopped just in front of her, those emerald eyes locking onto hers. "I should be asking you that question, not the other way around." His gaze dropped. His voice carried shame. "There are no words to describe how I feel for what I did. None that could articulate how deeply sorry I am." Emeriel didn't wait for him to say more, closing the remaining distance between them and wrapping her arms around his neck. He stiffened instantly, taut like a bowstring drawn too tightly.
"Please hold me," she whispered.
For the longest moment, he didn't react. The content isonnovelenglish.net!
Then, at last, his arms caround her. Slowly at first, then tightly. Desperately. Drawing her closer clutching her in a way that made her gasp. Clinging to her like a drowning man who finally found something solid to hold on to.
"I am so sorry from the depths of my heart,” he breathed, burying his face into the curve of her neck: "I know these words are inadequate. A feeble attempt to make up for-"
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