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Rurik knew this Dragon, he often visited him.

Glov the Traveller obtained his title because he was a wanderer and never often left the skies. He had no home, no lair. He knew many secrets and always had more information about the outside world than other Dragons who preferred their own lair and hobbies.

Glov was the main Dragon that visited Rurik, and it was usually to tell him of the location or dealings of Witches so he could hunt them. Occasionally, Glov sought a place to rest before Rurik chased after him to leave by snapping his jaws close behind his back feet.

“A Witch found in a Dragon’s lair is to be dealt with by the one that owns it,” Rurik told him as he struggled to get him off his body.

He wiggled like a pinned snake, limbs and tail flailing.

He dug his claws in harder to stop him.

Glov wasn’t a strong Dragon. With Rurik on top of him the way he was, he wasn’t able to get away.

“And what of the laws of her? Should we not be focused on killing her rather than fighting with each other?”

Glov’s yellow eyes trailed to where Amalia must be, but Rurik kept his focus on him.

“I have a blood debt to this Witch.” Glov stopped moving, coming to the realisation that she was not here by mistake. “She is not to be harmed, understood?”

He gave a single nod, and Rurik released him. He stepped back to give him space to stand.

He turned to check on Amalia, but the moment he found her pale-stricken face, she bolted down the tunnel and away from them.She is terrified again.

Rurik knew she felt safe here, and everything he did to make her feel so had just been undone.

“I do not understand. Why is she not in your prisoner cells?”

Rurik turned to him.

As he usually did when angered by his own kind, Rurik smacked his paw across Glov’s face. The force made his head slam sideways into the wall with a thud.

“You dare question me, the WitchSlayer, as to why I have a loose Witch in my home?!” Rurik was offended that Glov would think he didn’t know what he was doing in his own lair.I am not a fool.“She is a White Witch and intends no harm.”

Glov steadied himself back to his feet while cupping the side of his jaw.

“How is that possible? I did not think there were any pure-hearted Witches left.”

He raised his head dismissively to the words. Rurik had thought the same at first, but he knew it wasn’t true. He had indeed found one.

“I would not be alive if it were not true.”

“You let her roam free?Youof all people?”

“She saved me and has proven to me that she will not attack anyone.”

Glov stamped a foot forward with a guttural noise. “She tried to drown me!”

Rurik gave a roll of his eyes. He highly doubted that.

“You threatened her, and she reacted in fear. If she were truly like the rest of her ilk, she wouldn’t have tried, she would have succeeded.”

“You are defending her when I tell you otherwise?”

Rurik snapped his jaws forward in warning, a sharp, chomping sound coming from him. “Yes, I know she would never harm another purposefully.”

“Are you sure she has not tricked you?”

Rurik paused to think. He’d asked himself this question about her many times, and he always came to the same conclusion.