If they are of an unpure soul, they will not be able to see you, let alone harm you.
Another swish, swoosh sounded and her heart stopped as realization dawned. The serpent was directly behind them. “Sssh,”
Drago warned as he lifted her up off her feet, pulled her against his chest. With his arms wrapped protectively around her, the Trangon rope dangling to the ground between them, she took a deep breath and fought to steady the panic rising in her belly.
She squeezed her eyes shut, prayed on the medallion around her neck that the serpent could not hear the pounding of her heart beneath her shirt.
“What are you doing here?” A sultry voice called out.
“I’m passing through,” Drago responded.
“Why in such haste?” Raechel held her breath as Drago’s heart pounded against her back.
“I need to get to the Mothers’,” he replied. “I mean you no harm or any others.”
“What is your need, Drago?”
“My niece, she has been diagnosed with Molli.”
“No,” the female voice replied.
“Yes. I need a cure before she is found or else they will not allow her to live.” “She has already been born? Allowed to breathe the air of upper NAN and you have the audacity to tread on our soil? To bring your diseases to middle NAN?”
“She is of no concern to you, neither the virus. My blood cannot be tainted, you know this,” Drago argued.
Silence penetrated the dark around Raechel, her heart pounded against her ribs.
When the serpent’s voice came again, this time closer, she jumped in her skin.
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