RedNovelChapter 625: Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. I have missed this.
After today, not only would she be free again, but she would take back what was hers.
The soldiers returned.
"The Grand King is still in the hunting grounds with the noble lords of court," one informed her.
"You are instructed to wait here for his return. You are not to leave this chamber." Sinai didn't mind. Reclining on the plush cushions of the bed, she made herself comfortable as she waited.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnd waited.
And waited.
Sunset turned to dusk. The golden light streaming through the windows faded, replaced by shadows and the flicker of candlelight. Sinai's eyelids grew heavy. Eventually, she succumbed to sleep.
"Hail to His Majesty the First! The mighty and suprsovereign ruler of Urai, His Grace, Grand King Daemonikai." Sinai jolted awake.
A second later, the door burst open, and he walked in.
Scrambling out of bed, Sinai straightened herself hastily, smoothing her gown before dipping into a deep curtsy.
"Your Grace." She didn't know what she had expected after everything she'd heard—the rumors of his failing mind, his sickness, and instability—but what stood before her now was not a broken Daemonikai.
He was as he'd always been. Tall, regal, and imposing. Dressed in a finely tailored black robe, he exuded the power and dominance she had always adored and feared.
"You look tired, Your Grace," Sinai said softly, carefully.
“It has been a long day,” he responded curtly.
Walking to the window, he rested against the ledge, arms crossed, and stared out into the darkened night. Sinai shifted uncomfortably. She had waited months to see him, yet now, standing before him, she felt off- balance. His voice was sharp and direct.
"I am here to feed." "I have missed you so much," she said, moving closer, her voice wobbling.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I was rotting in that hellhole-forgotten. Not a check-in, not a single visit from you..." "You wouldn't have been in that hellhole if you had kept your hands clean." His voice was icy.
Step into a new journey on .con "How could you even think to attempt the murder of my Soulbond?" Tears spilled down her cheeks.
"It wasn't my intention to hurt you, Your Grace. It's just... she's human. Their kind—" "She is Emeriel," he snapped, turning his head slightly. His molten steel eyes met hers.
"Her identity is Emeriel Galilea Evenstone. A Syren. My destined destined mate. Attacking her for any reason whatsoever cannot be justified.” He was truly angry. Were her tears not working? There was no pity in those eyes.
"But I have paid for my sins!" she sobbed, her voice desperate.
"I'm not fed properly, I don't get baths, and I don't sleep well in that freezing, rotten cell. Ytook away ve my freedom! My blood overloadsbecause my master won't drink from me! Don't you think I've suffered enough?" "Have you?" he asked flatly.
"Do you feel sorry? Do you feel remorseful?" She nodded frantically.
"Yes, I—"
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