Roxy was plunged into an absolute, impenetrable darkness.
The shouts of Torian and Zarek echoing from the hallway were instantly, completely muffled, leaving behind a thick, heavy, and suffocatingly intimate silence.
Before Roxy could even attempt to catch her breath or process the ambush, she was forcefully, seamlessly pulled directly against a wall of hard, heavily muscled perfection.
"Syris—" Roxy gasped, her hands instinctively flying up to coil around his neck.
He was burning. Unlike the freezing, cold-blooded temperature he possessed when he first went into hibernation, the Snake King's body was currently radiating a humid, and intoxicating swamp heat.
His heart was racing against her back, and his breathing was incredibly, agonizingly ragged.
