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I could kill the Witch King.But even that was a feat too grand for Rurik.

He could not take on an army of Witches.

I have obtained a hundred kills before anyone else. I have killed the Vast. What other greatness can I reach for?After his last battles with him, Rurik hadn’t thought he would ever see this day.

The Elders must be told.It was his job to fly to them and inform them that the biggest threat to their kind was gone, and that there was a possibility that their numbers might begin to flourish rather than dwindle.

But he didn’t want to leave Amalia. It would take him time to fly to them and they would want to have a lengthy discussion with him.

Even the great Dragon King will want to know of this.

Deciding on what to do, Rurik left his lair to fly to Falen’s. She was only a few short hours from his, and it would mean he would be able to return quickly.

He made his request to her. It wasn’t something Rurik had ever asked of Falen before, and even though she didn’t want to, she agreed to find Glov for him. He didn’t tell her why, only that it was important.

Glov was a tricky Dragon to get a hold of since he was never stationary, but Falen was a tracker and could find most if she wanted to. She also had the ability to scry for their kind by searching the lands and skies through her magic to see the location of other Dragons.

She was called Falen the Seer for a reason.

Refusing to stay long, as well as her offer into her lair, Rurik returned to his own after catching a wild deer along the way to eat.

Chapter 37

When Rurik returned to his lair, Amalia was still asleep.

She at least looked better than the last time he’d seen her. Her magic was trying naturally to push her further along in the process. She wouldn’t be right for days, but it would have been much longer for a human.

Rurik stayed with her. She may have questions for him, and he needed to speak with her once she was awake.

He sat on the bed leaning against the footrest while facing her. It was hours before she made any sign of waking, and he just thought about the day and night they’d gone through with all the information he now had.

He’d been rubbing his thumb over the tip of his fingers together in thought with his elbows resting on his knees when she finally moved.

His brows knitted tightly together when he could see her chest picking up in anxiety and could smell fear before she shot up in the bed. For a moment, she looked terrified to see him.

After a few panicked breaths, she eventually started to calm. She’d woken up disorientated and must have needed to remember their last interaction.

“Did you stay with me the whole time?” she asked after a few minutes, but he noted that her brows crinkled in confusion at seeing him still there.

“No. I prepared some things and left the lair for a short while.”

“How long was I asleep?”

“I laid you down when it was mid-morning, and it will not be long before the sun rises again.”

He’d flown back to his home from Falen’s in the middle of the night and had been sitting with her for hours since. He wouldn’t be surprised if the sky was already starting to lighten.

She seemed to think for long moments. “Where... Where is my father?”

He knew this would be one of the first things she would ask him.

“He is here. I have put him in one of the prison alcoves.”

She brought her hand up to her mouth and chin, her eyes trailing the room before they came back to him. “Will you let me see him?”

“Yes.”

As he told her father, he wouldn’t stop her from meeting with him.