Chapter Seven
Chirping Like A Nervous Hen.
“I’ve lived for five years amongst beings able to shift into spiders, scorpions, and other giant crawly bugs. It’s going to take more than a snake to make me run.” ~Rose
Steeling herself, Rose released his hand and took a step back, the distance giving her the ability to look around the opulent rooms that spoke of nobility and power. Polished black marble floors gleamed underfoot, the walls draped with vivid tapestries depicting epic battles and triumphant figures she assumed must be past rulers. Sconces held flickering candles which cast everything in a warm, intimate glow.
Her gaze was drawn to a massive four-poster bed on a raised dais, hung with emerald silks and plush pillows. The intricately carved wood frame was stunningly beautiful. Sh
