Jayant stood very still and eyed the temple door. Darkness crept in around and he was content to let it linger, not wishing to disturb it yet. There were times to show whom was the master and who was the servant and now wasn't it. When he wanted, Jayant knew that the shadows would part for him at his blessing, and the trap be sprung.


A sound caught his attention. They had returned. They were trying the windows and doors, looking for things to steal.


Thieves.


His blood stirred. He was hungry. Something inside hissed in retaliation.


Let them come, my Naga. Let them into the nest first.