Chapter 723: Emeriel stared at him, her mind grasping the words she had just heard.
"Feral episode?" Her brow furrowed in confusion.
"What feral episode?" The Fourth Ruler went pale, his eyes darting to Lord Vladya in a desperate plea for help.
Lord Vladya's glare was sharp enough to kill.
Lord Ottai flushed like a youngling caught pilfering coin from his mother's purse.
"What I meant," he fumbled, "was the feral male Daemonikai paid a visit to is still... well, he is taking longer to cout of his episode than expected, which is why the Grand King has been delayed." Emeriel's frown deepened.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"The Grand King went to Crystal Waters to oversee the new lands we acquired." "Of course, of course," Lord Ottai nodded too fast.
"What I meant was... on his way back, he stopped by to check on-uh-a male who was feral. And... and... that's why he hasn't returned yet." The silence was awkward.
Which the uncomfortable Fourth Ruler felt obligated to fill.
"What I meant was, he, um-Vladya,” he hissed out of the corner of his mouth.
"Helpout here!" "Help you...?" Emeriel rose to her feet, her heart starting to race.
"What's going on?" "Nothing. Do not listen to Ottai," Vladya said through clenched teeth, rising. He shot Lord Ottai another lethal glare.
"You know how he is-sdays he behaves as though Morina overfeeds him. Other days he's too overwhelmed by his duties to make sense." Cock Дuthor's o☐☐ här: g☐lnov☐☐☐☐☐ "Vladya is right," Lord Ottai agreed.
"I did not get enough sleep last night." "No." Emeriel shook her head, though it felt far too light on her neck.
"Something is wrong. I feel it.” She tried to keep her panic at bay, pressing a hand to her chest to ease the wild thudding of her heart, but it wasn't working.
"Our bond may be dormant, but I know! Tellwhat's going on. Now." Ottai was already shaking his head, hands lifted to ward off her words.
"Nothing. Nothing at all is-" "You are hiding something!" she cried, turning away. She backed up, still rubbing her chest as she struggled to breathe.
"Tell me... tell me!" The study swam before her, her legs weakening.
Strong arms caught her before she could fall.
"Emeriel! Emeriel!" Lord Vladya's voice was behind her, alarmed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Can you hear me?!" There was movement, weight shifting. She was vaguely aware of him holding her upright.
"Look what you did. How many times have I told you not to speak from the tto door? You enter a place and make sure the damn coast is clear!" "I am truly sorry! How was I to know she would be here?!" Lord Ottai's voice was strained and defensive.
Another pair of hands steadied her from the opposite side. Emerielm sagged into them, grateful for the support. Her ears still rang faintly, her vision still fuzzy. A sharp smack sounded, and Ottai yelped.
"Leave her. I will take her," Lord Vladya scolded.
She was lifted, cradled firmly against Lord Vladya's chest, her head lolling back as she caught glimpses of the ceiling before being lowered onto the cushions. The world steadied a bit.