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Just when she had begun to hope for survival, this man shattered it. Tears sprang in her eyes.

"Surely, you do not mean that," she whispered.

"I assure you, I never say what I do not mean," he replied calmly. "But do not worry; I am not completely heartless. The healer will attend to your needs, providing you with the necessary treatments and herbs."

Those chilling eyes met hers. "But, make no mistake, your duty remain the same. Whether you choose to return to the forbidden chambers or send your dear little brother in your stead is of no concern to me. But one thing is certain, one of you will be there."

To hell with the consequences.

"You have no soul," Aekeira spat, venom dripping from her tone. "A manifestation of the devil himself."

"Compliments, slave princess. Compliments." There was no remorse or anger in his eyes, only indifference.

He stood and turned to leave, glancing over his shoulder. "Until we meet again, human princess.Ifwe meet again."

As the door closed behind him, tears streamed down Aekeira's face.

By the gods of light, she had never cried easily. Not for anything. And she refused to start now—not because of a male like him.

Her body ached as if she had been immersed in boiling water overnight.

The area between her legs was raw and bruised, and the thought of being mounted by the beast again made her feel she might die.

But she would rather go back herself than allow Emeriel to be sent there.

Especially because the king’s beast wanted Emeriel.

It may have mounted Aekeira, but it was Emeriel's scent it was hungry for.

Why?Aekeira had no idea.

Nevertheless, she would do everything within her power to keep her sister away from that chamber.

Even if it meant being raped to death by a feral beast.

Chapter seven

THE SLAVEMASTER

"Isn't he quite a beauty?" Slavemaster Boris whispered, inching closer to Slavemaster Gaine

"He is," Gaine reluctantly agreed, observing the young prince. Then he sighed, "However, I would appreciate it if you kept your hands to yourself, Boris. We are already short on slaves because you take an interest in each and every one of them. Have you forgotten what happened last time?"

Boris averted his gaze. "I lost control. It won't happen again—"

"Damn right, it won't," Gaine interrupted, now giving Boris his full attention. "The new slave you're ogling is replacing the one you strangled to death in the barn because she wouldn't stop screaming while you brutally raped her dry without any sort of preparation."

"But—"

"I had to plead extensively to be sent another slave. It will be even more difficult if you do that shit again and we have to replace this young male." Gaine added furiously. "So whatever absurd thoughts are crossing your mind, discard themimmediately. I will not tolerate losing more slaves because you cannot keep it in your breeches."

Boris seethed with anger as he watched Gaine depart.How dare Gaine order me around? Attempt to dictate whom I can and cannot mount?

Boris would have the pretty little prince. Very soon.

His eyes caught sight of cute Amie as she took an order that would lead her to the inner room and a predatory smile crept across his lips.

The girl glanced around, searching for him, and Boris pretended to be occupied, feigning cluelessness. When he glanced back, he saw that Amie had already slipped into the inner room.

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