“Holy shit- Hazel, don't move!” 

I whipped my head up, stared him dead in the eye, and held in my scream. That was the suckiest advice I've ever heard. Of course, I'm not moving when I have a snake about to make me his next meal.

“Gabe,” I whimpered when I felt it squeeze its long body around my leg. The pressure of its muscles slithering over me and the hissing while it flicked its split tongue arose a fear in me that I didn't know I had. The serpent's eyes stared into ...