A Pet for the Dragons

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Chapter 1

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I watched the storm brewing outside our stony castle. Everything outside was a grey blur. There was nothing particular to focus on, but I still searched the storm of grey blur for any hints of red. There was none.

Radrox wasn't here yet, so I sighed deeply in relief. This was a good and bad thing. It would grant her more time to heal, but I wasn't optimistic about how things would go once he was here.

The wind howled against the castle stones, gnawing at its fissures like a ravenous wolf scouring the last sinew attached to the bone of a carcass. The wind's howls grew stronger and louder. And they would turn into roars in the night when the storm would grow stronger.

I glanced at the clock to check how long it had been since I last checked on her.

Almost two hours.

I decided to pay her another visit even though I knew she'd still be sleeping like a dead person. I left my chamber and walked through the winding hallways to the westernmost towers of the Gallow Castle, where the human woman was kept.

Our cells were located in the western towers. We held our prisoners there, but currently, the tower was mostly empty except for one occupant—the human woman.

Arika.

Even though I found her unconscious, I decided to keep her in the western towers in one of the nicer cells. That was all I could do without showing too much interest in her.

As I reached the stairs leading to the cells, I sniffed Zorge in the air. I suppressed a groan and started climbing the stairs, knowing that Zorge had reached there first. I didn't want to see him now... especially anywhere near her.

Things were still tense between us because of the human female. Seeing him might escalate the issue, but Radrox was still not here. He was my primary headache. I couldn't guess how he'd react to her.

As soon as I reached the human female's cell, I spotted Zorge. He was standing outside, watching through the bars intently. He was too focused on her to have missed my arrival.

"What are you doing here?" My question snapped him out of his intense focus on the female. He sneered, focusing his grey eyes on me.

"I wanted to see if she woke up," He grunted.

"I told you she won't wake up for a few days. She seems to have lost a lot of blood," I reminded him again, but all he did was scowl at me as if I was lying to him.

"If you know she won't wake up, why did you come here?" He asked pointedly, crossing his arms on his chest and giving me a challenging look.

"I want to check her pulse to make sure my remedies are working on her," I answered, matching his scowl and the challenging look he still wore on his face.

"And how did she lose blood if she doesn't have any wounds in her body? The most I saw were some bruises." He asked me the same question for the nth time. I'd snap at him if he asked me the same thing again.

"I don't know," I gritted.

"You're lying. We searched her body for wounds, and there were none. You know why she's still sleeping, but you don't want to tell me," Zorge accused me. I wanted to punch him in the face but steered my nerves to calmness.

"I can sense she's low on blood. She looks pale, too. Can't you see?" I pointed it out, and he glanced back at her with the same intentness. He clutched the bars with furious strength as if it kept him from something he wanted the most. That stirred something very nasty inside me.