“Those shouldn’t be your last words.”
They looked up and saw a woman with black hair and grey eyes sitting on top of the tree, gazing down upon them with frigid eyes. “Since you’re about to get eaten.”
Malik tilted his head. “Really?”
He clenched his fist and straightened, easily breaking free from the vines. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to say. However, what I did find interesting is that this tree was sucking my energy at an alarming speed. It’s able to drain a human entirely within less than a minute.” He narrowed his eyes. “But why?”
The woman smiled at him. “Do you know who I am, angel?”
“Yes. I came across your race while researching another topic,” Malik affirmed, “A dryad.”
She appeared in front of him and grabbed his chin, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Say, do
