Chapter 21

Lysandra’s POV

The tentacle found me.

It lunged the last few inches with terrifying speed, the hooked bones along its length scraping through the mud before the thing suddenly curled around my ankle. The contact was worse than I expected

It was cold and slick at the same time, the flesh pulsing like something half-dead and half-alive. Black slime smeared instantly over my boot and soaked into the