Haven couldn't help it.
She screamed.
What else was she supposed to do when she was about to die a second time in just a few months?!
Her breath caught in her throat, and every instinct in her body screamed at her to run. The room felt suffocatingly small, and the sunlight that streamed through the window now seemed mocking, casting eerie shadows around the serpent's sinewy form.
It stuck its tongue out and stared at her.
The snake wasn't too big now that she thought about it, internally wondering why he hadn't struck yet or attacked her. Did she not smell good?
The instant she had seen it lurking outside her door, she had fallen to her feet. It merely reached her waist and gazed at her curiously, as if questioning why a human was here and if she was a threat or not.
