In its long existence, the shadowy creature had learned never to underestimate humans.
They were weak. Pathetic, even. Their lives were fleeting, and their bodies fragile. Yet they possessed something that often made them troublesome. Intelligence.
Humans could be smart and cunning. They could scheme, deceive, and devise plans even when faced with overwhelming odds. And sometimes, the smallest creatures could cause the greatest inconvenience.
Excessive pride in oneself often led to one's downfall. Its master was a perfect example of that.
So the creature wasn't particularly surprised that someone had begun to suspect Faulkner's daughter. Nor was it surprised that another girl had attracted attention after being spied upon by that strange snake the other day.
It had already taken care of the men who had come to investigate Catelyn Faulkner. Their deaths had been swift and uneventful.
But the snake-human was another matter.
