Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183 The Creepy Bug

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She smiled brightly, her tone playful but edged. “Come on then, baby. Tell me which Swarmborn host told you I’d taste good. Which one said I’d go down casy?”

Her mind flicked back to her only encounter with the Swarmborn-on that civilian transport headed to the Fifth Military Academy.

Swarmborn hosts.

She’d crushed plenty of their skulls. She’d torn out their energy crystals herself.

The last few she caught had slipped away into space. So how the hell had this crown prince ended up finding her?

Could those she’d thrown into the void have survived?

If so, Swarmborn hosts were far more resilient than she thought.

Rheys lifted his head from her neck. His face-Agares’s face-looked up at her with crazed devotion, like a rabid hound who had chosen its master and would kill anyone else who dared to touch her. “Will you let me bite you if I talk? Just once. Willingly,” he said in a trembling whisper.

Sylvara tilted her head toward her bargain-bin husband behind her and flashed a radiant, taunting smile. “Your Highness,” she said sweetly, “what do you think? Worth the deal?”

Agares’ gaze turned cold and heavy. His voice carried no warmth when he spoke. “To the Swarmborn, any Grower above Level 4 is just a piece of green vegetation.”

Sylvara blinked in realization. “Oh, I get it now. Bugs eat plants. So in his eyes, I’m just a big, juicy meal he wants to devour.”

Fantastic. She had somehow become the entrée on the insect world’s dinner plate.

How exhilarating.

Agares nodded, his tone steady and clinical. “Yes, Ms. Feywin. He wants to eat you, absorb your energy, and make you part of himself.”

“Hey, I don’t remember asking for your answer!” Rheys’s golden eyes flared scarlet as fury rippled through him. He glared at Agares like a predator ready to strike. “She’s in my arms right now. She belongs to me. Whatever she asks, I’m the one who answers. You don’t get to speak for her.”

Agares’ expression hardened. The way Rheys held Sylvara seemed to grate on him. “She isn’t yours. She has a husband. And you-no matter how much you pretend to be human, no matter how far you evolve-a beast is still a beast.”

“Humans are evolved creatures too,” Rheys snarled, his voice rough and shaking with rage. “They’re animals just like us. So what gives you the right to call me a beast?”

The thick smell of blood hung in the air, sharp and suffocating. Sylvara finally had enough. She shoved Rheys back and pulled her saber free.

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Chapter 183 The Creepy Bug

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The blade hit the ground with a metallic clang that sliced through the tension. Sylvara rested her hand on the hilt and looked between the two men with a crooked grin. “Why don’t I give you both a minute to figure out which one of you is the bigger animal?”

“Don’t talk to him!” Rheys stumbled backward, his eyes wide with disbelief. His hand clutched his bleeding chest, his voice cracking with hurt. “Why won’t you let me hold you? I didn’t even dodge when you stabbed

me.”

Sylvara’s skin prickled. “Baby, can we have a normal conversation? You’re wearing His Highness’ face, and it’s seriously messing with my head.”

That face—her bargain-bin husband’s face-doing things the real guy never would. It was impossible to process. She couldn’t help thinking, if her overly proper husband ever turned into a clingy, deranged wolf like this, how could anyone survive it?

Rheys hooked his finger under his cheek and ripped off a strip of flesh. “If I don’t wear his face, would you be scared of me?”

He held out the bloody skin toward her, his hand shaking.

Is he actually serious?

Sylvara raised her hand with an indifferent shrug. “Go on.”

Rheys’s expression twisted into wild joy. His voice trembled with disbelief. “Really? You’re really not afraid of me?”

“Not at all,” Sylvara replied softly, her smile tinted with mock affection. “Show me what you really look like, my little bug prince.”

Rheys’s eyes shifted from red back to gold. With half his face gone, he looked almost bashful, a flicker of shy warmth breaking through the madness. “I’m not cute. Everyone says I’m cruel. Nobody wants to play with

“I just want to bite you once. Just one little bite,” he said, raising his hand and pressing his thumb against his pinky as if to measure it. “Just this much. A tiny bite.”

Sylvara tilted her head, studying him. “Fine. You get one bite. Then you take your people and leave. No more infecting others. No more attacking the Kolar planet. Deal?” It was a smart offer. He was the Swarmborn crown prince-unstable, yes, but anyone who’d climbed that high had to have a mind sharper than it seemed.

If he stopped the invasion of Kolar planet, her bargain-bin husband wouldn’t have to stay deployed there. He could come home. Maybe then, they’d finally have a shot at fixing things between them.

Rheys, still with half his face torn away, lifted a trembling finger and pointed at Agares. “He’s the bad one. I’ll kill him. Only by killing him can my race grow stronger evolve, and stop being treated as nothing more than lowly creatures.”

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