Chapter 11: Teorainn
Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Breathe, breathe. No! Whatever you do, don’t breathe. Roshène pinched her lips together so tightly and gritted her teeth so hard, her jaw ached and she thought she’d break her teeth, but she couldn’t keep her eyelids shut. Darkness stippled with golden green swirls and flashes of bright sparks filled her vision. She almost screamed as the sharp-toothed s***h of a mouth atop a humanoid face with lidless eyes, its nictitating membranes opening and closing, feathery gills fluttering along its sinuous shape, emerged from the darkness, bulleting toward her. She jerked away, but Hunter’s grip on her arm, while he continued his relentless stride along the lake floor as though it was a normal sidewalk, dragged her forward.
The sea serpent hissed, op
