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“I know you well enough to know that my time here grows short. I will leave before you claw me.”

“Good. Get out of my cave, you infuriating snake.”

Glov gave a chuckle. “I am only infuriating to you because you are ill-mannered.”

The green Dragon quickly walked from his lair when Rurik gave him a warning grunt.

Glov was planning on meeting with Mahesh the Flightless to see if he had more information to give them on the Witches who were seen near his lair. It seemed as though they were searching for something, but Mahesh couldn’t uncover where they were hiding to discover what that was.

I wish to spend time with her today,but in my human form.The more he wanted her, the more he wanted to be around her in the form he knew she may let touch her.

If Rurik really wanted to, he could bed Amalia as a Dragon by changing his size. As much as he would like to, with how she was acting, he didn’t see that possibility forthcoming any time soon.

Everything felt different to him when he was human. They were both him, but the softness of flesh and the shape of his body differed, and therefore, his body reacted differently. He didn’t like how weak his human skin felt. That it was easy for a simple rock to hurt his foot when his paw barely registered it.

He went to his alcove that held the chests of clothing and blew a ring of fire before he entered. “Shift.”

He dug through those chests until he found clean, black, leather breeches.

He went to his book collection, retrieved one, and then made his way into her room. She was sitting upon the bed, reading as she often did when Glov was here because she wouldn’t leave this room until he left.

She looked up from her book when he entered, but he didn’t say anything as he walked over to the sofa. He plopped himself down, put his arm behind his head, and opened the book with the intention of reading it.

She has to get used to me again because I will not stand a female who flees at the sight of me for much longer.

She was grating on his nerves.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He turned a page but didn’t face her as he said, “I cannot read a book when I am in my Dragon form.”

The points of his claws couldn’t juggle between holding the book to carefully turning the page without damaging it. He’d accidentally ripped pages from some of his favourites in an attempt to do so.

“Do so somewhere else.”

Rurik looked at her from the corner of his eye with a deadly look.

“Do not command me. You know it does not sit well with me.”

His head was smacked to the side when the book she had been holding hit him. He hadn’t expected her to throw it at him!

With a growl, he got to his feet and approached her. He usually didn’t care when she threw things at him because he was usually in his armoured Dragon body.

“Do not throw things at me while I am in this form. It hurts.”

She knelt on the bed so that she would be level with him instead of letting him tower over her.

“Get out!” She pointed to the entryway.

He grabbed both her wrists and brought them forward.

“You will learn to be comfortable with me again.” She twisted her arms to release his hold, but he held firm, and her face screwed into a frowning twist of concentration. “I do not understand why you are apprehensive of me. You are fine around me when I am a Dragon.”

Which made little sense to him when he was capable of clawing her or biting her in half with sharp fangs.

“Because I do not trust you like this!”

“I did not hurt you. I do not know why you are against it when I can still sense you desire me.”