Her eyes darted up to him, an awkward smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Well, this is... definitely not something I ever thought I'd be doing."
Cyrus didn't even glance at her. His eyes were focused ahead, and his tail gave a small, fluid swish as if pleased with itself.
"Comfortable?" he asked, his tone casual.
Isabella shrugged slightly. "Surprisingly so. Though, I'm not sure I'm fully convinced that I'm not just one step away from being swallowed whole."
"Don't worry." His voice held the smallest note of amusement. "You're safe for now."
She narrowed her eyes at him, but couldn't hold back the small chuckle that escaped her lips.
There was no denying it—this was bizarre, and definitely not how she imagined her day would go.
But here she was, sitting on a giant snake tail, being carried like some sort of princess by a man who was, frankly, way too calm about all of it.
