Chapter 87.

 DARIAN’S POV It took three Guards to throw me into the cellar and they were quick to draw the door and lock it. The smell of decay and rotten meat set the tone for the dungeon and it was clear that they didn't prioritize cleaning down here. My breathing was disrupted by the snake still wrapped around my face and everything I saw was through the small space where it hadn't slithered shut.  It wasn't beyond me to kill an animal and I would gladly tear it from the middle but the snake came off Zade’s fucking arm, I didn’t know the implications of killing a venomous tattoo. Before I had time to find out, the bastard slithered itself loose- it took its fangs out from my neck and slithered across the floor back to its master. Zade held out his arm and the snake went up his leg and down his hand, disappearing under his skin and slithering around until its head covered the back of his hand and the body shrunk to fit on his sleeve. My neck was throbbing and it felt like someone had poured acid