Kaya's eyes nearly popped out. "Wha—?!"
He looked back at her with a calm smile. "Don't worry. It's not poisonous."
Kaya stared at him. Then at the snake. Then back at him.
She didn't believe a single word.
The snake was pitch black, and its belly shimmered with a golden sheen. Its tongue flicked in and out, long and sharp like a blade, and those fangs—those gleaming, curved fangs—definitely weren't decorative.
Nope. No way.
She didn't know everything about this strange new world, but she did know snakes. And every snake she'd seen that looked like this back home? Deadly. Very much run-the-other-way deadly.
And this place? This world didn't have hospitals. No antidotes. No emergency numbers to call. Just dirt, leaves, and probably a slow, painful death.
And even if the thing didn't bite her, she wasn't so sure about cooking it anymore either.
What if she roasted it and ended up turning into a zombie? Or worse, a goblin with scales and a tail?
