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It wasn’t the first time he’d seen her naked. She didn’t know that he had the capability to morph into a human male if he wished to.

He’d laid with a few human females for entertainment, but he’d rather slit a Witch’s throat than fuck one.

Still, he was free to stare at this one at his own leisure, who had no idea she’d just grasped her own breast with a soapy hand in front of him.

Her breasts weren’t particularly large, but they looked firm. Round mounds just above a tucked in waist.Her arse looks great though. Too bad it belongs to one of her ilk.He’d seen it enough when she’d changed each day.

She soaped her other breast absentmindedly before rubbing her neck while stretching it to the side. Like she could feel his eyes on her, she turned her head to him while she was in the tub. Her eyes squinted – a very assessing squint.

Should I turn away?He had to force his eyes not to flick in another direction.No, no. If I do that, it will make it obvious.

Rurik very much found humour in this. He was sure she’d be mortified that a sentient being was watching her bathe.

If this had been the previous day, he would have been glaring at her and wishing for freedom. Now that he was already feeling much better and freedom was on the horizon, he was allowing himself to relax.

In due time, I will be able to leave without her help.Once his wings healed completely, even if she didn’t release him, she’d find his birdcage destroyed and him missing.

Seeming to think better of it, her eyes stayed on him, but she turned in the water to give him her back. She settled back in to clean her body without him being able to see.

Pity, it just started getting good.He turned to look away since there would be no entertainment inside for him. He found that cat staring up at him from the ground.

It hissed when he met its eyes, no doubt knowing he wasn’t some mere creature.

“Watch it, cat, or I will make a meal out of you when I leave,” he warned it, knowing she wouldn’t be able to hear him from inside.

That seemed to anger it further and it jumped for the cage, hanging from the bottom of it. Now that the hex was gone, he was able to release a fireball at its paw. The cat made a horrible crying noise and let go to flee into the woods.

The Witch, who had her back to him, had no idea about what just happened.

That had also been bothering him, that he’d been unable to release his breaths of fire. He’d tried to blast her when she’d pulled him from the cage the first time, and he’d been completely dumbfounded when nothing came out. He was thankful he was once again able to breathe fire.

She didn’t seem to know, but he’d been hexed twice.

It wasn’t long before he watched her rise from the tub, giving him a view of that pert arse. Then she ducked out from sight only for the curtain to close a moment later.

Once she was dressed, she finally came outside to check on him.

“I do not like the way you watch me, Lady Lizard. Even though you are a girl, you make me nervous.”

I am not a girl, you nitwit.Before he could glare at her though, she started to pull his cage down from its hook in the roof and brought him inside.

“Since you are a lizard, you must like the sun.”

She placed his birdcage back on the hook inside but unlocked it so she could reach in to pull him out.

He hated that she carried him around like some form of pet.

I am a Witch-eating beast! Stop treating me like some poor puppy.

His anger quickly deflated when she popped him on the table and offered him some meat.Eyeing her, he allowed her to feed it to him with her fingertips.

I could bite the tip of her thumb off. I really should.

He didn’t and was rewarded by her shoving that spoon in his face. It tasted just fine, but he knew it was imbued with witchcraft, and that’s what really made him detest it.

To his discomfort, she picked him up and turned him around so he was no longer facing her. He didn’t like having his back to her, so he tried to turn around. She forced him back and a moment later, he felt slippery hands.More of that concoction.

He didn’t think he needed it anymore. Sure enough, the bones in his wings were almost aligned and he’d be able to flap them as much as his heart contented.