His movements, previously a blur of terrifying, fluid grace, became distinctly sluggish. His massive black coils twitched erratically as the paralysis began to fight against his ancient immune system. He ripped the spear out of his back with a pained hiss, throwing it aside, but his breathing was suddenly heavy and labored.
Kaya dropped lightly to the floor, landing next to Veer, who was wiping a trickle of blood from his chin and grinning like a madman.
"I think the interior decorating looks much better in the dark," Kaya said, spinning her hunting knife in her hand.
Lord Siss stared down at them, his chest heaving, his amber eyes burning with an ancient, murderous hatred. He was injured, he was freezing, and his body was fighting off venom. But he was still a three-hundred-year-old monster.
