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Her calf looks as though it would yield if bitten.His walk slowed, mesmerised by her action.

That was until she sharply turned her head towards him. He quickened his step while his tongue pressed deeply against the back of his fangs.

Rurik went to the stream that was just big enough to slip his body into. He flapped his wings, stretching them so that they could catch the heavy drops from the waterfall and wash over his body.

One thing Rurik was very curious about was whether or not she liked his lair. He was very proud of it. He’d spent many years shaping it to what it was now and filling it with everything that caught his eye.

Like most Dragons, he’d stolen things that took his interest to fill his hoards or anything he may possibly need for the future. Sometimes he even killed for them.

He collected tapestries because he liked seeing images of history. Not just of his own species, but of others as well. The others were somewhere lying about.

She hadn’t reacted in the way he thought most would. Even the few Dragons that visited him had more interest in his hoards than her. The only treasure rooms he knew she had spent an extended amount of time in was the one with the bed and the one with his collection of books.

There was no greed for riches or interest in lovingly gazing at baubles.

He knew she’d gone through the room filled with chests of clothing with items that were woven of the finest material and felt like silky flower petals against his calloused human fingertips, but she hadn’t taken a new dress for herself.

There was one room, however, he knew she would adore.

He hid it with magic when he brought her here because it was filled with almost anything a White Witch like herself could need or possibly want.

If she was to glide her hand down the walls of his tunnel, she’d realise a particular part of the wall was an illusion.

He hoped she never found it.

Chapter 12

The Witch was digging through Rurik’s collection of books again.

He noticed she had already compiled a small stack for herself and considered picking one up to see what reading material she preferred but decided against it.

Currently, she seemed very interested in a book since she was already going through it rather than placing it on the pile for herself.

“I already told you that I do not like my hoards rearranged.”

He’d moved these books into particular stacks so long ago that he barely remembered the ones at the bottom.

She yelped with her back to him and turned swiftly. He winced when her arm smacked against a tall stack and it came tumbling down, making others tumble as well. He watched her cover her face as they dropped on top of her.

He waited for her to dig herself out. He’d most likely squish her if he attempted to assist.

“Your hair is also wet. You will damage them.”

She gave him a glare when she resurfaced.

“I will go through your hoards as I please, Dragon,” she said, pushing books from on top of her chest. “You cannot keep me here and expect me to keep my hands to myself.”

“Yes, I can. These items are not yours!”She ignores my commands in my own home!He wouldn’t tolerate it. “Even though I share my home with you, these treasures remain mine.”

“Which would you prefer? Me living here quietly or for me to annoy you?”

He reared his head back with a frown. The answer to her question was obvious.

“I would prefer you did not annoy me.”

“When I am bored, I become awfully irritated. Since I have no one else to lash out at, you will most likely become my target. Especially since you are keeping me from things that will entertain me.”

He brought his hand to his jaw to tap the side of it with a claw. He hadn’t thought on if she was unhappy or how she would treat him.