Itâs just my pet.
Itâs harmless and not aggressive at all.
Rosalynn, youâre not scared, are you?â
He noted her lack of screams.
Wasnât she supposed to be terrified, perhaps even to the point of fainting?
Emerging from behind Brian, Rosalynn extended her hand toward Kyson.
âSuch a charming pet.
May I have a moment with him?â
Kysonâs smile solidified, and he gazed at Rosalynn, his expression one of utter astonishment.
âYouâre interested in playing with him?â
âCan I?â
Rosalynnâs gaze shone brightly, her face adorned with a beaming smile.
Kyson paused, a question forming.
âDoesnât him scare you?â
After all, it was a snake.
It was common for girls to be wary of them, wasnât it?
Yet, here she was, calling it charming.
âDidnât you have him greet me? Thereâs no cause for alarm with a pet that greets me.
Unless you didnât really want him to welcome me?â
With a playful smile, Rosalynn left an insinuation hanging in the air.
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Taken aback, Kyson queried once more, âYouâre truly not frightened?â
Without a word, Rosalynn gently scooped up the snake, letting it coil around her wrist.
Any other girl might recoil at such an act.
But Rosalynn was far from typical.
Raised in the countryside by her grandfather, she had met a variety of wild animals.
Digging for herbs on the mountain brought her face-to-face with creatures far more daunting.
A harmless little snake was nothing to her.
Kyson, marveling at her bravery, blurted out, âAre you even a woman?â
His remark drew the immediate attention of the two men near Rosalynn, their striking features clouding over with annoyance.