Tangled In Scales
Two other tails—one a deep, shimmery purple, the other a bright, fire-kissed orange—were tangled up with his own.
Kire and Oti, his so-called friends, were on either side of him, watching him like he was the funniest thing they’d ever seen.
And judging by their barely contained laughter, he probably was.
Oti let out a loud, dramatic sigh, dragging a single finger down one of the many bite marks on his shoulder. “Ishaan is a menace,” she announced as if she had just made the greatest discovery known to Naga-kind.
Kire, who had been admiring a particularly dark bruise on Ashwin’s thigh, snorted. “Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look this thoroughly wrecked before.”
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