After My Faked Death, My Cover Was Blown

Summary

My sister and I are snakes.

When we heard that José Vance, the crown prince of Manhattan’s elite, was a man of formidable vitality, we decided to take turns being his girlfriend. It was a perfect arrangement—siphoning his energy to strengthen our own powers.

Then, one day, José asked my sister:

“What are snakes most afraid of? Arsenic or sulfur?”

Convinced the jig was up, I grabbed my sister, and we staged a dramatic “death” before bolting back to the deep woods under the cover of night.

But in the dead of night, the scent of fried chicken lured me out of my own freshly dug grave.