Chapter 11

“You really are a freak, you even have a demon, and you think the likes of you would lead our kind?” said one of the king’s guards, their appearance made Nazima and Zane feel anxious. They both knew that Nazima needed to merge with her demon now before it is too late. “If you want to keep your lives then hand him over,” Zane warned but the two guards sneered.

They hated the Naga people and Zane was no different. They thought he was one of the males in the slave camp and saw no threat when they looked at him. When they found and captured Nazima, she was alone, and they did not think she came with someone. “You are a slave, and you know better than to talk to us like that. Or do you want us to teach you a lesson?” they asked but Nazima had no time to entertain them.

Now that she was close to her demon, she could feel how he was slowly slipping away. She needed to merge with him, and she needed to do that now. Without thinking, she swung her snake tail and wrapped it around the Alligator