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“Let me say this again, in case you have allowed your mind deceive you into thinking otherwise: You had a sexual relationship with Evie and me. No more, no less.”Sinai was hurting, her body shaking. Tears filled her eyes.“I admit I got possessive, that’s why you had to end things then—I admit it! But I can be better now. Let’s rekindle what we had.” She stepped closer, desperate. “Fine, I admit you belong to the human princess; I acknowledge that, alright? Emeriel is your Soulbond, I’ll accept that! B-but you can still be mine too...!”“You are my bloodhost. Nothing else,” he stated firmly.“I know what happened two weeks ago,” Sinai’s words tumbled out in a rush. “If you were with me, I would have handled you better than Emeriel did. I wouldn’t have screamed the way she did. Ravenshadow would’ve never known something was wrong!” Sinai lifted her chin, confident even as tears fell. “I could take you that way. I’m Urekai, Daemon, with my own beast. I’m stronger than she is. I could

GRAND LORD ZAIPERGrand Lord Zaiper was trying hard not to freak out.Trying being the operative word.While the rest of the people had scattered, their voices a low hum of joy and dread, Zaiper had slipped away to the back of the fortress building. The cool air bit at his skin, but it did little to cool the racing of his heart.The one person who could see his atrocities—every dark deed, every hidden sin—like a play acted out on stage was awake.“Fuck,” he said under his breath. His hands trembled.He curled them into fists.“Highness Zaiper, are you alright?”Zaiper flinched at the sudden voice behind him. Without turning, he recognized it to be High Lord Jakal, the ever-concerned Minister of Military Affairs.Why not just mind your own business, Jakal? But he swallowed the retort, forcing a calm he did not feel. He gave a stiff nod.The silent dismissal worked, and Jakal’s footsteps echoed as he departed.Zaiper breathed out shakily.“My lord,” came a familiar voice behind him. It

Grand King Daemonikai stopped himself, studying the Oracle’s expression. The regret in her eyes was answer enough. “Let me guess. You cannot tell me.” The last shred of hope slipped from his grasp.The Oracle’s grip tightened on her staff. “I’m afraid this is something you must figure out on your own, Great Grand King.”Daemonikai’s lips pressed into a thin line, his frustration showing.Ahead, Emeriel grabbed Aekeira from behind, catching her off guard and sending her basket flying, its contents scattering across the grass.Aekeira let out a startled yelp that quickly melted into full-blown laughter, accompanied by a fit of giggles. “They are always so happy,” he murmured. “As if they have never lived a nightmare.”The Oracle followed his gaze. “Their light shines so brightly, I doubt it could ever be extinguished. Princess Emeriel is much more than just a Syren, Soulbond, and Grand Queen. She has dormant powers.”His brow furrowed. “Powers?”“More like a gift,” she clarified. “She

PRINCESS EMERIELOne week later.Emeriel woke in the early hours of dawn. Today was The Celestial Offering.One of the most sacred ceremonies of the Urekai. And she wanted to help him prepare for it.After the feral incident, Daemonikai had insisted she remain in her chambers instead of moving into his quarters. He did not trust himself not to hurt her again.And although, Emeriel had fought to stay by his side, even she knew this was a battle she could not win, so she had reluctantly agreed.But now, she barely saw him. His duties kept him constantly busy, pulling him away from dawn until long past midnight. Each evening, she waited in her bedchamber, hoping to hear the announcement of his return. But exhaustion always claimed her before the hour grew too late, and she would wake to find another day had begun without him.This morning, however, Emeriel was prepared.Rising quietly, she slipped into a simple gown before making her way to the slave quarters. There, she roused Amie and

“What!?” Madam Livia’s eyes widened in astonishment.In a flurry of movement, she was rushing out the door, shouting for the nearest soldier.Emeriel heard her bark orders: “Go to Mabblewood and tell Grand Lord Ottai to send a messenger bird to Grand Lord Vladya immediately! And fetch Amie at once!”Emeriel turned back to her sister with a pounding heart.“Heat?” Aekeira panted, struggling to sit up. “N-no, that can’t be right.”Slipping an arm around her, Emeriel steadied her to support her weight. "Your eyes are red, Keira. You are sweating up a storm."“But that’s only for Syrens, and I—” A sharp gasp left Aekeira as she twisted uncomfortably, her flushed skin growing slicker with sweat. “Em… I don’t feel good.”“I know,” Emeriel murmured, holding her even closer. “I know, dear sister.”“I r-really don’t feel good.” Aekeira squirmed, pressing a hand to her stomach. “There’s this fire… burning inside me, and I—I really want take off my clothes.”“You can't. Not yet.” Emeriel’s thoug