"Mr. Andres—something's happened on Natalia's side."
Natalia again. What now?
Andres took a group of bodyguards and moved fast. When he reached the scene, Natalia was on Natalia was on the floor, her face a ghostly white, looking as though she'd seen a specter and lost her own spirit in the process.
At her feet lay a snake—over six feet long—coiled around her ankle.
The Azure Serpent.
Lucifer.
The pet Andres treated like a son.
The moment Natalia saw Andres arrive, she broke into sobs.
"Mr. White—th-this horrible snake… it's going to eat me."
Andres wasn't blind.
Lucifer was simply wrapped around her ankle. There was no strike, no aggression—none of the body language of a predator about to bite.
Besides, Lucifer was harmless as far as snakes went—no venom, no history of attacking anyone. In all the time Andres had kept him, Lucifer had never hurt a person.
His only bad habit was a childish one: when he saw anyone who wasn't his owner, he'd flick his tongue at them like he was teasing.
Hans Murray, the security team, the staff at Azure Bay—they got "greeted" by that tongue flick almost daily.
But hurting anyone? Lucifer couldn't be bothered.
Andres lifted Lucifer off Natalia's ankle.
And maybe it was his imagination—but the snake that used to be lively and muscular, always tense and energetic, now felt oddly limp. His body had a softness to it, like the strength had been drained out.
Andres stroked Lucifer's head.
Lucifer finally recognized him and curled against his chest, pitiful and still.
Something wasn't right.
But snakes didn't speak. They didn't whine or bark or cry the way other animals did. Andres couldn't ask what happened, and Lucifer couldn't tell him.
He didn't know why Lucifer had ended up in Natalia's room.
And he didn't understand why a snake that never attacked anyone had wrapped itself around her ankle.
Natalia was still on the floor, tears pooling in her eyes.
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