The night deepened, and with it came the inevitable symptoms Neville had tried so hard to suppress. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and soft sounds escaped his lips—whimpers, groans, and moans. He tossed restlessly, the sheets tangling around his legs.
His skin flushed deeper, and his breathing became hard. Even in sleep, his hands clutched at the sheets, seeking relief from the burning sensation.
Then, the soft nest suddenly rustled.
Lucky lifted its head, eyes glowing in the pitch black darkness. It watched Neville, who was in distress for a moment before uncoiling from its nest. It slithered across the floor and up the side of the bed.
As it reached the mattress, something extraordinary happened.
Lucky's form shimmered, its body elongated and transformed. Its scales dissolved into a smooth skin until the snake became a human.
Grayson seemed to act differently from Grayson, who was the CEO. His normally neatly styled black hair fell loosely on his face.
