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He wouldn’t abide by his kind’s laws that dictated he help her or guard her now that she’d saved him. Technically, he had a blood debt to her.
“We have the ability to take on a human form. Witches are the product of Dragons and humans mating over a thousand years ago.”
“Why are you–?” Amalia stuttered through hiccupping breaths. “Cry, Amalia,” Rurik said, in his human form rather than his scaly one. He pulled her tighter. “It’s fine.”
“I will not dissimulate myself with innocence to appease you.” “And yet, with your honesty, you have just affirmed it more so.”
“I have not been fair to you since I brought you here. I realise I have pushed and terrified an already terrified woman.”
He wanted them on the same level so they could suffer together, by themselves.
“I was wondering. How would one mount you in order to ride you?” “By my hips, I would imagine.”
She didn’t turn to him, but she said, “The view is quite lovely here.” With his eyes still on her, he answered, “Yes, it is.”
“Because you are here, and I could scent your desire,” he answered with a grin. His face was pleased, and his words had been spoken softly, but it felt like he had doused her with cold water within an instant.
“I fear pain.” She met his eyes with unwavering doubt. “I fear the agony of flames, I fear the stab of a knife, the suffocation of drowning. Death is an escape from worldly senses, and all I want is to not suffer or be afraid when I’m living in this world – or dying in it.”
If she does not breathe, I will incinerate the world. A rumbling, dark growl bubbled from his chest like thunder as his face morphed into rage, and fury, and resentment so deep he knew he’d never felt anything like this before. If the world thinks I am hateful now, just wait until they see me if she is taken from it.
“When you shoved that blade into yourself, you took my heart, but not in the way they thought.”
He would set fire to the world around him, but never let a flame touch her.
He gave an irritated huff, gesturing to the spell again with his hand. “I love you. You love me. It makes sense I should have your mark.”
