Page 137 of The Slave in A Princess Disguise

She gave a nod and sniffled. "Thank you, Lord Vladya."

His hand rested on her head then patted her hair softly. "Give him time, young Emeriel. He will be here soon. Daemonikai... he cannot resist for long."

Chapter thirty-seven

FACING THE STORM

Herbodymovedwithhis, every sway and arch designed to seduce, to lure him deeper. Sweet, breathless moans filled the air, wrapping around him, intoxicating him.

Grand King Daemonikai thrust into the warmth of her, unable to get enough. He had to get deeper.

"Yess," Galilea moaned. Her fingers brushed against his arms, featherlight, as her bright blue eyes locked onto his. Looking at him as if the very sun and moon, rose and set around him. He liked that.

"Mine." Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to her neck, breathing in her scent. Such sweet, sweet scent.

"Yours," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "Always yours."

Daemonikai could feel the familiar, dizzying rush of his orgasm building. But he didn’t want this to end, not yet. He needed more. More of her, more of the moment. He—

Suddenly, the world around him shifted.

The warm intimacy shattered like porcelain.

Blood. Blood everywhere.

Screams tore around him, piercing and chaotic. The sweet moans were gone, replaced by terror. Daemonikai’s fingers were buried deep in a human’s gut, and he watched as the life drained from their eyes, their body crumpling to the ground lifelessly.

"Father!"

That voice jolted him.Myka.

Daemonikai’s gaze snapped to the vortex hall's entrance. Myka stood there, frantic, his usual calm shattered. In this chaos, Myka looked exactly like Alvin…wild-eyed and lost.

"Father! There are so many of them! We have to get Mother to safety!"

Daemonikai wrenched his bloody hands free and rushed to Myka. “Listen to me, son.” Gripping his son’s face, Daemonikai forced him to meet his eyes. “Go through the back.”

"But…" Myka's breath came in ragged pants as he stared up at his father, eyes wide with fear.

“I cannot leave these people. They depend on us, on me, to keep them safe tonight. That is why they are here, instead of in their homes.”

Myka nodded, though his hands shook. “Yes, Papa.”

"Get your mother to our bedchambers.” Daemonikai cupped his son’s face, grounding him. “Lock everything down, do you understand me?”

Myka nodded again, more vigorously this time. "It's just... I cannot feel my strength,” he said, scared. “I feel weak, empty. I’m scared I will fail you… and her."

Before Daemonikai could respond, another voice cut through the chaos. "Dae-Daemon..."

He turned at the sweet voice. Evie was pale and shaking, but with fire burning in her eyes. Even in the midst all this, she was trying to be strong.

"Do not worry about us. We will be fine. Alvin’s already made it to our chambers. Protect these people. They will be slaughtered otherwise." A tear slipped down her cheek as she stepped forward and pressed her lips to his in a brief, tender kiss. "But come back to me when all this is over. I will be waiting."

"I know." He brushed his lips across her forehead. "I love you."

Evie smiled, radiant even in the face of danger. She squeezed his hand tightly before letting go. "I love you too, my dearest beloved."

Daemonikai's eyes sprang open, his own breath choking him. There was an iron cage in his chest, squeezing tighter with each shallow breath he took, determined to kill him.

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