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Dragons grew very slowly. It was believed that ten Dragon years equalled one human year. They lived to almost eight hundred if they were not killed beforehand, which they often were.

The thing was, Rurik the WitchSlayer’s son was part Witch. They had no idea what his human equivalent would be in age yet.

Rurik was the first Dragon to take a Witch as a mate, and after twenty-five years together, they finally birthed a son. Most of their kind were rather curious about the boy, the first DragonWitch ever born.

No one ever thought Rurik would take a Witch as his female. He hated them to such a degree that he would gladly burn the entire planet if it would eradicate the world of them. Yet, somehow, she’d managed to earn his love and deep affection.

After meeting her, Geryon knew why.She is so soft natured, it is hard to be angry with her.Rurik couldn’t stay mad at the innocent and sweet gaze she always wore.

Geryon waved his hand dismissively. “I have been lazy, but I planned to come soon.”

The Dragon huffed, unhappy with his answer. “Will you tell me why I am here? It took two days to fly here, and I wish to return to Amalia and my spawn.”

“Like I mentioned, I plan to come see you soon, but not just for your child.” Rurik raised a spiked, scaley brow at his words. “At some point, I will be bringing you a Witch I have captured.”

“Why not take care of it yourself? These areyourhunting grounds, as you pointed out.”

Geryon ignored Rurik’s subtle jab and let his eyes drift around the room, thinking of how he should answer.

“It is... young.” He brought his gaze back to the WitchSlayer. “It is also a white Witch. I am not like you; I cannot kill something so innocent.”

Rurik, on the other hand, had no issue killing Witches, regardless of their gender or age. He’d killed plenty of young children if their parents were dark Witches, which most of the time, they were. He also killed white ones, knowing eventually they would turn.

“So, you wish for me to kill it?” He lifted his paw to his snout, slipping a claw across the scar in thought.

“I do not care what you do with it,” Geryon answered in a bored tone.

“Because of Amalia, I do not kill so indiscriminately. If it is a white wielder, then I have been letting them go as of late. If they turn dark, I can just kill them later.”

“Then give it to the Elders.” The Elders were a group of Dragons comprised of the oldest of their kind who governed over their race. Currently, there were four of them. “It knows of my hunting grounds, my face.”

“Do you not want me to take it now?”

Geryon shook his head. “Currently, the child is bait.”

Rurik gave him a grin, which exposed his fangs. “You are hoping it will lure other Witches to come for it, those who may have already turned.”

“Yes, I currently have it open to scrying. The king is holding a gala, and on the second last night, he will be opening his gates for a large number of nobles.”

“You are hoping some will slip inside to find the girl.”

Geryon frowned. How did he know it is a female?

“And then I will take their heads,” Geryon smirked. “Her coven will come. They will not allow what they believe is nothing more than a human king to have one of their own. No one knows a Dragon is here. I present myself as human.”

Rurik’s silver eyes swept over him. “You are correct. You look and act human so well, it took me a while to find you, what with those human idiots acting like hatchlings on the bottom level.”

“Yes, they can be rather foolish. Then again, I do like this king, compared to the others I have shadowed.”

This is what Geryon did to hunt Witches. He would take the position of guard for a human king or queen, then present things to cause Witches to come either seeking revenge, or merely just wanting to kill the royal he shadowed.

Apparently, there is power in royal blood.

There was one issue, though. He was supposed to move on after a certain number of years, since he wouldn’t age like the humans around him. He’d been with King Bradwick now for six years, since the man lost his parents. He had about another fifteen years before his lack of ageing caused suspicion in court.

The king also knew Geryon was a Dragon, knew his human face. By the laws of his kind, he was supposed to kill him. He decided he liked the man enough and trusted that he wouldn’t reveal this information.

I am breaking Dragon law for a man? I must be unhinged.He feared he was growing soft on the humans with how much time he spent with them.