22
Lianna
I’m so thirsty, I could scream.
Only I can’t.
In fact, all I can do is stare at the same stretch of blank white wall. Not that I have a choice where I look, either. Chimera’s paralytic venom lives up to its reputation. It works like a charm on almost anybody. While I keep up the stare fest, the infirmary door opens with a menacing creak. I sense more than see an oily presence sidle up next to me.
“How are you feeling?” asks Chimera.
At this point, I’d love to tear the old dragon’s heart out. Hell, I’d settle for being able to shift my weight or even twitch, but I can’t. In fact, all I can do is make sarcastic comments inside my head.
“Ah-ah-aaaaaah,” says Chimera. “You want to move again, I can tell.”
You think?
“Have I told you about my paralytic venom?”
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