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Not only had she struck him across the face, but she attempted to flee!

He’d been laying in one of the alcoves of his lair in his Dragon form, his body off to the side while his head laid in the tunnel, watching down the long length of it.

He’d been both angry and confused that she had slapped him. He hadn’t understood why she did. He knew he hadn’t hurt her physically, and that she had enjoyed being intimate with him. He had felt it.

He’d been watching down his tunnel to see if she would emerge while he thought on how his words may have upset her, because he had been able to tell that was what had caused it.

Because you are here...He wondered how that could have upset her. It was true, she was here, tantalising him with her laughter, bewitching him with her beauty, tempting him with her desire. He truly didn’t understand how she could mistake his words, so he thought on what else he had said.

And I can scent your desire...She hadn’t stuck him in embarrassment because he was able to sense this. No, it was something else. He could scent her desire. It had given him the knowledge that she thought about him in the same way he did her.

If she hadn’t felt it, he wouldn’t have pursued sex with her.

So, while he was trying to understand as only a creature could, he’d watched her leave her room.

He’d known the storm was going on and he lifted his head when he saw that she wanted to watch it. For a long time, he observed her until he saw he get to her feet and then, to his shock, literally bolt out of his cave.

She is trying to run away.And he’d immediately chased after her, knowing she wouldn’t be able to get too far with her little legs.

His first emotion had been disappointment that she had tried to run away from him, hurt by it. He also felt shocked that she had managed to get outside at all when he could still see his ward was in place. And then a blinding anger had gripped him that she’d struck him, then tried to escape his lair.

The lair that he had changed for her, had tried to make her content in, safe in. That he had watched her flit around in and captivate him with her beauty in while she had planned to escape all along.

She’d slipped, and it had given him enough time to grab her before she hid between the trees of the forest.

Then he tossed her back inside his cave.

He’d been furious, and he’d roared and stamped his feet because he had no idea on how to vent it without hurting her. Rurik usually hurt and maimed things that angered him, he couldn’t,wouldn’t, do that to her.

Then she’d used blood magic against him.

He’d smelt the foul and wretched scent of it, saw it when a ball of energy formed between them and sent them both flying. It had glittered with the tell-tale red that blood magic always produced.

I have been tricked. She uses dark magic.It hadn’t been a small spell, but a powerful one, a strong burst of energy hitting him so hard it flung him back against his own tunnel wall. That kind of power couldn’t have been an accident.She tried to injure me so she could flee.

And all the trust he had in her came crashing down.

She obviously hadn’t been able to handle the use of it because it had sent her flying as well. With a growl, he got to his paws and stormed over, readying to fight her, only to find that she was unconscious.She stupidly knocked herself out.

Rurik took her to the only place he felt comfortable putting her now, his prison cells.

He checked on her once so he could sneer at her about her new home, but she still hadn’t woken. Then he roamed his tunnels with a hateful swirl in his chest, seething and growling as he waited for time to pass.

Hours later, he was now heading back to check on her again.I will laugh at her stricken face when she realises she will never be able to leave.She had failed in her attempt.

The boulder was heavy enough that unless the Witch trapped inside was powerful, if they did not have the right tools to assist them, they couldn’t move it.

The extra wards in place were just a precaution.

He rolled it out of the way and prepared to possibly fight, expecting the torches to be lit. Instead, he saw her curled up against the wall, barely sitting in the dark.

Her eyes flickered enough to tell him she was awake, but she didn’t greet him like he expected her to.

Actually, she appeared deathly pale, unmoving even.

Is this a trick?He waved his paw in the air to see if she would follow it while taking a single step inside.

She did nothing. She didn’t react, but he could tell she was looking at him.