Chapter 227:
A blood-curdling scream tore from my throat.
A massive python dangled from above, its thick body coiled and ready to strike.
Panic gripped me.
It must have slithered in when I left the front door open.
Before I could react, my body froze in place, my legs bound by an invisible force.
The python dropped from the ceiling—
Landing directly on me.
Its powerful body coiled around mine, constricting me with terrifying strength.
“Devin! Dax!” I screamed with all my might, my voice hoarse with fear.
“A python is… squeezing me!”
My life flashed before my eyes.
Each time the python tightened its grip, my airflow became more restricted.
I could feel my soul slipping away.
I was about to give up—
When suddenly, Dax and Devin stormed out of the bathroom.
Naked.
Water dripped from their soaked bodies, their chests rising and falling rapidly.
They had rushed out so fast—
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They had forgotten their masks.
My eyes traveled up to their faces—
And my heart skipped two beats.
“Damon?!”
Unknown
A knock echoed on the door before it slid open. Rosa entered the luxurious room, walking in with a sense of grace. Her eyes scanned the space before a smile slowly spread across her face. For once, her heart wasn’t racing in her chest. The room felt warm and welcoming, a stark contrast to the cold, hostile atmosphere it used to have.
It seemed like someone was in a good mood today.
Her gaze settled on the figure sitting against the wall, relaxed in the chair with a wine glass in one hand. Finally, she had proved herself worthy.
“Welcome, Rosa,” the figure greeted without turning to face her, sipping from the glass in his hand.
Rosa’s smile widened, her heart swelling with joy. Who could have known that her uncle could be this calm with her?
“Come, sit with me,” he invited, tapping the space next to him. Rosa blinked in surprise, pausing for a moment before looking at him again. Was this really her uncle?
Since she had known him, he had never shown this soft, caring side—except perhaps on rare occasions when he was in an exceptionally good mood. Rosa walked towards him, stopping just in front of his seat with her hands clasped together, wary of his temper.
Although she could sense his happiness, she knew that one wrong move could easily shatter the fragile peace. Silas was known for his hot temper, and staying close to him always felt like walking on eggshells.
