Virgil went perfectly still. Achingly still-his muscles shook from how hard they were tensing-he didn't make a single sound as he just froze, statuesque, staring at the naga.
He had two humans in bad shape-this one was upsettingly skinny and pale, and the other one was covered in cuts and bruises-he couldn't believe that their villages had treated them like this-he couldn't believe that ANY of them were unwanted-they were ALL perfect to him-
All three of them were awake now. At the sight of him, they shrank back, Patton letting out a frightened squeak and hiding behind the other two. Roman glared at the naga with one good eye, fists clenched, while Logan studied him, analyzing him with keen eyes.
