Riley blinked blearily at the ceiling.
"Five more minutes," he muttered once again, already sinking back into the bedding as he unconsciously tested his luck for the nth time this morning.
Only to jolt upright a heartbeat later.
Wait. Five more minutes? Why was he even awake? More importantly, was he actually still alive?
His eyes darted around. White sheets. A pillow. And a definite chill that wasn't there before he slept.
Was this… heaven?
But no. No, it couldn't be. Heaven would not, under any circumstances, come equipped with Kael Dravaryn sitting a few feet away looking like the world's most expensive statue.
That left only the worst option.
Had he died and been condemned to a personal hell where he would be forced to wake every morning under the dragon lord's golden stare?
Riley slapped his own cheek with a sharp smack.
"Ow—" He winced.
Kael's mouth clicked in irritation.
The aide's eyes went wide. He clutched his burning cheek. "I really am alive…"
