The shop at the end of the street has been abandoned for years. But when an incident causes Zoe Freidman to enter under its creaking roof, she finds more than just rotting potions and decaying herbs. In fact, her very presence awakens a hidden lust lurking just out of sight. It's only a matter of time before she's the next victim... ---- Zoe squealed when she felt something cold wrap around her ankle. A deep chuckle rippled through the air. She looked back fearfully. She could see it now, the black coils piled in the shadows. The bundled mass began to shift and untangle. Zoe backed away, straining against the coil that held her ankle captive. "Wait, don't--" she pleaded From behind, his arms ensnared her, trapping her in his hold. She couldn't help a whimper as his face pressed against her hair. She leaned into him, threading her fingers between his claws. His head lowered and she gasped when his breath fanned her neck. "You were hiding from me?" he murmured playfully. Zoe's breath quickened, "I didn't want to disturb you. I wouldn't have stayed long--" "Ah, only a brief trespassing." She shivered as his coil wormed around her lower leg. His scales massaged her injured calf, assessing. "It's healed quickly, as I promised. I pay my debts to you yet you come back, you invade my sanctum without even a greeting."