The past couple weeks had been Galath’s best and your worst. The naga had found you, a young man wandering aimlessly through his territory, and decided to take you as his lover.

Although nagas were considered dangerous towards humans, Galath was fond of them. Maybe a little too fond.

You had decided to flee in the middle of the night, but your attempt quickly failed. As soon as you moved, you felt something tight wrap around your waist—Galath’s tail.

“Where do you think you’re going?”