Suddenly, a burlap sack dropped from above and hit the ground with a dull thud.
Moments later, several snakes slithered out, writhing toward her.
“Let me out!” she screamed.
Pure terror ripped through her chest as she curled up in the corner, trembling uncontrollably.
But no matter how she begged, no one came. The air was thick with silence.
Quincy knew too well that she was terrified of snakes!
When she felt something cold and slick brush against her ankle, her vision blurred.
A snake bit into her calf, the sting sharp but brief.
The darkness surged in, swallowing her whole.
Her last coherent thought clung to her lips. “Quingye… the thing I regret most in this life… is loving you…”
When Alannah woke up again, the sharp scent of disinfectant filled her nose.
Her gaze was blank as she stared up at the pale ceiling.
Noticing that she was awake, Quincy finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse.
“Finally awake? How do you feel now?”
Alannah didn’t look at him. She didn’t answer either.
He frowned, displeasure flickering across his face. “I didn’t expect there’d be a venomous snake. I told them yesterday to get harmless ones instead…”