Chapter 230:
Were these figures real?
Was I daydreaming?
Had I missed Damon so much that I started hallucinating?
Were my eyes deceiving me?
I blinked rapidly, struggling to comprehend the people standing before me. My head began to spin as the python’s grip tightened around my chest, cutting off my air supply.
I gasped for breath, trying to stay conscious, but my vision blurred.
“Stay calm, Aurora. Help is on the way.”
“Who are you?” I asked, confusion clouding my thoughts as I stared at them. They looked so alike—one couldn’t tell the difference between Damon and the brothers.
Were they triplets?
No. That couldn’t be it. Devin and Dax had never mentioned having another sibling, and they weren’t royalty.
But on second thought, Damon had mentioned having two brothers, though he didn’t go into details. According to him, they were dead.
The more I tried to link them together, the more my mind went blank, and a dull ache spread across my head.
“Dax. You can tell me apart by the color of my hair,” he suggested, trying to distract the snake while Devin rushed to his room to grab some snake repellent.
“Silly! You both have chestnut brown hair!” I groaned in frustration, struggling to free myself from the python’s grip.
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“If I were you, I wouldn’t do that,” he warned.
“Get off me!” I screamed at the snake, frustration bubbling in my chest.
“Or that,” he added with a sigh. “It’ll be over soon, just calm down. Take a deep breath. The more you fight, the tighter its grip will become. You don’t want to die before Devin arrives,” he advised, forcing me to hold back. “Trust me, fighting is useless.”
Where the hell was Devin?!
I tried to stay calm, but it felt as though my body was losing strength with every passing second. My bones weakened as the grip constricted. I felt like I was about to give up.
Dax continued trying to distract the snake, but it wouldn’t budge. Its attention was fixed solely on me.
“Goddess,” I shrieked in fear. Tears gathered in my eyes as I dodged each time the snake lunged at me, its tongue flicking in and out.
Its sharp, pointed teeth seemed eager to sink into my flesh. Tears streamed down my face as the thought of death clouded my mind.
Was this really the end?
“Bastard!” an angry voice called, snapping my head toward the sound.
“Eyes on me, Aurora. Dax, find a way to distract it,” he commanded, his voice authoritative as he swung into action.
Fortunately, Devin was able to maneuver his hands to spray mouthwash at the snake, distracting it just enough.
I heaved a sigh of relief, taking deep breaths as the snake recoiled away from me.
