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“Did these all happen in your Dragon form?” she asked when her fingers lingered over his neck, and he felt his blood rushing faster.

He was apprehensive of her being so close to somewhere vital.

He had many there, some deep, others barely noticeable. It was the place most targeted because of its vulnerability.

“Mostly.” A few he gained in his human one.

Mainly the blast scar and the one she was reaching up to touch, the one across his face.

“How did this one happen?”

She ran her fingers over the length of it and the tips of them tickled his face. It ran from the middle of his cheek beneath one eye, trailed over his nose, and then slashed across his cheek all the way to his ear.

The injury had been deep, cutting through bone.

“I had been hexed to remain in this body. Even though I killed the person who did it, the hexes remain until they are removed. As I was returning home so I could remove it, I was ambushed by a troupe of rogue soldiers.”

“So, you do not just fight Witches?”

She moved her hands away.

“I am temperamental. I fight with everyone.”

A quirk of humour twitched on the corners of her lips, and he tilted his head.

She does not find me appealing in the same way I do her.Rurik thought he would have sensed something by now considering their close proximity and the fact that she touched his body.Did she touch me because she truly finds me unsightly?

He didn’t understand the feeling rising in his chest, but he didn’t like it. He could feel anger prickling on the back of his neck, could feel it warming his skin.She had not even been hesitant in touching a man.

Her eyes fell away from his face to his jaw, then neck, slowly making their way to his chest and biceps. He dug his fingers into the rockface of the wall with his jaw clenching.

How dare she treat me as though I am insignificant.Him! A male who Dragonesses and humans fawned over.

Just as he was about to pull away, his nose beginning to crinkle with rage, her cheeks darkened, and her lids flickered just a little.

It was slow to build, pink flushing against her chest as if she was getting hot in the cool space they were in. Her pulse seemed heavier than it was before, and her eyes quickly darted up to his. They continued to dart, from his jaw to his lips, bouncing across his features. He even knew when her eyes trailed across the scar marring his face.

Then he scented it, subtle desire coming from her skin.

Rurik couldn’t help the grin that formed across his features, which seemed to make the scent deepen.Ha! I knew it was possible.

Now that he obtained the reaction he’d been seeking, he lowered his arms and leaned back. She started and brought both her hands to her chest to cup them.

“Your hair is strange,” she said before she cleared her throat.

Distract yourself as much as you like, but it’s far too late.Now that he had made her cross that barrier, it shouldn’t matter what form he took, she would still hold it.

However... he was sure his hairwasstrange to her.

It was black, but flickers of light made it appear as though it had a tinge of purple to it, much like his scales.

“Is it now?” he answered with a quirk of humour.

“Um, yes.” She quickly averted her eyes, and he frowned when she stepped to the side. “Excuse me, but I must go.”

But I just started having fun.

Before he could speak, she fled.