I'd never met any firsthand before, but the sum of their mystique centers on luring gullible men into the depths to drown. That was it. That's what they're known for. And here I was—a man, no doubt, but also a formidable animist—and I'd fallen for it, hook, line, and sinker. Did that mean she was lying about me being a good kisser? Jade snaked her body around me like an eel. Her cold scales kept a surprisingly firm grip around my legs, pinning them together. Nobody's invincible—I don't care what kind of magic they sling. My first instinct in times like this is safety. The thought process is simple: Get away from the big thing with the claws. Then counterattack. The only problem was, I wasn't sure where to get away to. And the big thing with the claws was a small woman with a fish tail. I tried to melt into shadow, to dash several feet away from the constricting serpent, but my body snagged on something. I couldn't reach the darkness. There are things that can trap me in this world.
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