Rosalin's gaze stayed locked on the trembling leaves. At first, she thought it was only the wind teasing the bushes, but she was terribly, terribly wrong.
From within the moving bushes, a slender, sinuous shape began to reveal itself, gliding across the grass.
Her eyes widened in shock.
It was a snake!
And the creature was slithering slowly toward her.
A cold chill spread through her chest.
Her fingers curled weakly against the blanket on her lap. Her inner voice was screaming at her to pull away, but her body would not listen.
Well, how could it be otherwise?
She was crippled!
Then, she tried to calm herself, but her breathing grew shallow.
"A-Anielle…"
Panic seized her, and her voice trembled as she tried to call for the head servant.
But what came out of her lips was little more than a fragile breath, swallowed by the air before it could reach anyone.
Even uttering that single name caused a faint ache to spread all over her body.
"Anielle…"
