The lamia girl had so many questions swirling inside her head, it was like her thoughts were tripping over one another in a mad scramble to be spoken first.
Who was this man? What was his name?
Where did he come from? How could he take an attack like that and still stand?
How did he manage to scare away a Leviathan of all things? Why had he helped her?
Every fiber of her being wanted answers.
She opened her mouth, ready to demand at least one of them, but then—her eyes caught sight of his back.
At first, she hadn't thought much of it. She had only seen the steam rising, assumed he was burnt badly, but nothing her mind had fully grasped in detail amidst the chaos.
But now that he shifted, the moonlight illuminated him differently, and she saw, she really saw.
Her breath stopped.
