Chapter 144 The Color Of Death

• My breath caught in my throat.
• My entire body went stiff like stone, the hairs on my arms standing upright as my mind screamed at me to move, but my limbs refused. The snake lay curled just inches from my face, its beady eyes locked on mine. Its tongue flicked in and out, tasting the air, tasting me.
• My heart thudded violently in my chest, like it was trying to rip out of my ribcage. Every muscle in my body screamed with the need to leap away, to scream, to run. But I didn’t move. I didn’t even breathe. Because I knew—one wrong move, and it would strike.