Chapter 425:

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Evie nodded, his silence confirmation enough. “Now, will you go to your Soulbond and reconcile with her? I hope you make things right with her. When the time is right, your spirit will return here, not because your soul is dying, but to say goodbye. And then, your sons will be ready.”

Daemonikai came to a stop, turning to look at her once more. It had always been easy to talk to Evie. While others saw him as the grand king, Evie had always seen beyond the crown, past the title, to the male beneath. The mortal, with his own feelings, fears, imperfections, and insecurities.

“I fear I don’t know where to begin,” Daemonikai admitted, letting his worry show. “I yearn to try again with her, but I might fail. What if my heart is too damaged? I care for Emeriel, I miss her terribly, but what if I can’t love her the way we were meant to? What if I’m too empty?”

“Daemon-”

“I hurt her so badly that night after her secrets came out, and in the days that followed. What if I have burned the bridge between us forever and we can’t find our footing? What if we can’t find our way back to each other?”

“Too many what-ifs, my dearling,” Evie sighed, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Even in spirit, you overthink.”

Then, her expression turned serious. “Don’t. The best you can do is give it a chance, dearest. Open yourself to the possibility, take it one step at a time, and give each step your best effort. You two will figure it out. You are both hurting, and you can heal each other.”

Evie looked around and added, “The first step is to find your way back home. This is not the place for you.”

“Thank you—”

“Shh,” Evie pressed a finger to his lips. “None of that. Thank you for being the best bondmate any woman could ask for. You made my life fulfilling. Now, go back and live your own.”

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“I don’t know the way back,” Daemonikai confessed.

Evie’s smile grew softer as she stepped away. “Follow her voice, and it will lead you through the deathmines, to the boundary between worlds. It might take time, but you will find your way.”

Her presence became lighter, almost ethereal. “Be strong, my unbeatable dearest. And be careful. The crossing is perilous. Not many make it through the Cold Sea. I hope you do.”

Daemonikai stood there, watching her form dissolve into the soft glow of the otherworld. Her words remained, echoing through him. He would follow Emeriel’s voice. He would find his way back. No matter the obstacles. No matter how long it took.

MISTRESS SINAI

“There is not much I can do.”

Sinai stopped pacing, turning to glare at Zaiper. “What in the burning fires of hell does that mean? Do something about this!”

The Emeriel she faced this morning was a far cry from the timid male slave she had encountered two years ago. The change… everything was different. Sinai hated to admit how much it unnerved her. Now, Zaiper was saying this nonsense?

“Do something to send them away! They do not belong here!” Sinai raged.

“I said there is not much I can do!” Zaiper roared, his voice so forceful that Sinai’s legs froze.

“Ottai is not budging an inch on this. First, he released my prisoners awaiting execution for stealing grain, and now this! If I’d known beforehand that he planned to bring those girls back, I would have put a stop to it before they were brought here. But now, even the people are aware.”

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