The pressure of those bleeding red eyes was too much for Yue Yue's small beast form to handle.
The air around the High Priest was thick with a terrifying, suffocating power. Her tiny heart gave one final, panicked flutter before her vision went black, and her small snake body fell limp on the cold stone floor.
Feng Yanshen didn't move for a long time. He stood over her, the shadow of his white robes swallowing her small white frame. Slowly, he reached down. His long, pale fingers grazed her scales with a slow, rhythmic stroke.
Suddenly, his hand stopped.
His fingers moved to her tiny neck, circling it.
A violent, dark urge surged through him. He felt like he could squeeze right then… just one small movement of his thumb and the female who dared to seek warmth from another man would be gone forever. His anger was a living thing, a monster screaming behind his eyes.
