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A sick, disgusting monster that would pull apart her own child for more magic. Who would eat its flesh and blood.

He wanted to unleash his fire, wanted to claw at them, at her. He was filled with rage, the undeniable want to maim this hateful female he had allowed into his lair, had taken care of.I should have let her burn!

He hadn’t thought it was possible for him to despise anyone more than he did Strolguil, but he had been wrong. He hated her more and was more disgusted by her.

She is vile, wretched, vicious. How did I not see through her lies, her façade?

“I think he understands his place in the world like you do now,” Strolguil said to Amalia. “We no longer need to taunt him any longer. In a few hours, his life will be ended, and, like the new moon symbolises, one thing will die so that a new life can begin.”

Hearing such words uttered made his eyes widen with shock.She said such things to me! She has been playing with me, teasing me with the knowledge I did not know!

He tried to rise so he could rid the world of these two disgusting vermin. These evil creatures who couldn’t be allowed to live. His paws were caught by each other, and he fell snout forward into the ground with a distinctthud.

Then Strolguil yanked a silver dagger from a sheath against his belt. The handle was covered in black leather that swirled around it while a red jewel was embedded into the circular base of it.

“Come, my dear. I want you to gain your strength before tonight, you will do so if you drink his blood. We will start your new path now.”

He handed it to her, and she willingly took it.

“The prophecy does not state that I am to gain power before I steal his heart,” she said while looking at the hilt with little interest.

“Yes, but I see no harm in doing so. It will merely be a sip.”

“How are you to know that this will not change things?” Her voice was dull and calm as she disagreed with someone most Witches would never dare anger. “Have prophecies not been broken before?”

It is because she is comfortable with him, has always planned to bond with him.

“Yes, they can be broken. But as I mentioned, I see no harm. You will eat his heart tonight, what difference does it make?”

She let her eyes move along the walls, refusing to look at him.Yes, I would not look me in the eye either.

“You told me he is my Dragon, so I should be allowed to do with him as I please.” She handed the dagger back to him. “The prophecy states that I am to take his heart when the black moon has risen. If I take from him now, it may change things.”

“I see that you are quite patient and determined to do this by the way of the foretelling. It is true, simple things can break a prophecy.” Strolguil took the blade from her with a proud smile of admiration. “Perhaps you are far wiser than I imagined. I am pleased.”

She nodded in agreement.

“I have left him this way so that you may make a choice. Would you prefer to ride him as a Dragon or as a human?”

Amalia looked to the wall once more in thought.

“Although I do not care which form he is in, my opinion of him the same, it will be easier if he is human.”

“Ah yes, very true. His skin will be soft for the blade. Once again you show me you are wise. I am sure you also do not wish to bed something as repulsive as this beast.” He gave a chuckle with humour crinkling his eyes deeply. “I have always admired them for their power and strength, but it is hard to look past how ugly they are.”

My kind is magnificent, you unseeing fool!

Strolguil turned to him.

“Contemplate the last hours of your life, WitchSlayer. You are to be a part of something bigger than yourself.”

I will spend my time on plotting my escape, Vast.He tried to curl his lips over his fangs, barely able to do so because of the rope around his muzzle.And when I am free, I will pull you both limb from limb,he vowed.

They turned from him and left him in the darkness of the dungeon, seething and visibly shaking with fury.

She has betrayed me, has twisted me with trickery.Now he understood why she tried to convince him that she was pure. He understood why she had tried to convince him that she didn’t utter lies.

It was because underneath what she was saying and doing, there was nothing but untruths.