StarNovelChapter 679: Yet among these, the petitions stood out. The pleas of his people, begging for Sinai's release.
He had no doubt she had sent word to them, rousing their sympathy, imploring them to speak on her behalf. And they had answered.
Over the past days, the petitions had multiplied, each one urging him to grant her freedom. Soon, he would have to address them—either stand firm or yield to their demands.
Wearied by the long hours, he pushed back his chair and rose, stretching the stiffness from his limbs. The study had begun to feel stifling, and he was in need of air.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe was to run the woods with Vladya and Ottai later in the evening. Zaiper was expected to join them, but of late, the second ruler had been scarce-so much so that Daemonikai rarely saw him at all.
Zaiper, who seldom missed a hunt or gathering, had withdrawn from court, neglecting his duties and avoiding matters concerning his clan. Instead, he was often seen coming and going from Ravenshadow.
Whatever he busied himself with was of little concern to Daemonikai.
His mind was occupied with graver matters. Like the disappearances.
Females had begun to vanish. Taken during their heat, never to be seen again. What had first seemed an isolated crhad, upon investigation, revealed itself to have been happening for months. Not a single one of the missing had ever returned.
The crisis bothered Daemonikai as he made his way toward the living quarters. Voices reached his ears, filled with lightness and untroubled.
Emeriel and her sister.
Pausing at the threshold, he folded his arms as he observed them.
Emeriel was swaying to the rhythm of music playing only in her mind, while Aekeira reclined in a chair, her fingers working a crochet hook through loops of thread.
"Arms move like this," Emeriel said, lifting her hands in the air and twisting them with a playful flourish. "And the hips-like this.” She swayed, her skirt flaring as she spun in a graceful arc.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAh. She was practicing, or perhaps teaching Aekeira the steps for the upcoming Lantern Festival. Her sister, though silent, watched attentively, never pausing in her work.
"Now, a quick turn left, then a dip. Like this." Emeriel spun, her body flowing gracefully.
Something in Daemonikai eased. Smiling as he watched, the exhaustion of his day, the weight of responsibility, all faded to nothing. How his life had changed thoroughly, all because of this woman.
Ironic, truly. Daemonikai hated humans. A part of him still did—likely always would. And yet, the brightest color in his world right now was this fearless human woman. His human woman, who painted his life in hues he had never known.
The feral incident should have torn them apart. Shattered whatever o'm fragile thread managed to fether them together. By all logic, she should have fled from him, far from this place. Yet here she was.
Still in his territory. Still leaving traces of her intoxicating scent in every corner of his halls. Twirling in his living room. Smiling, glowing, so fucking radiant, as though she had not endured more horrors and pain in her young life than most would in a thousand years.
A girl who had set his long-dead heart racing. Who now filled the soul he had once thought empty with life. Lãf€$f thAptërş in G@Inøvelş.¢em
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