I had fallen asleep very soon after Ren had latched onto my left arm again, apparently overjoyed over our little fist bump.
I think I slept for a long time, only waking up when I felt a presence in the room.
Snapping my eyes open, I stared at a demon-like ancient figure, her walking stick in front of her, as she stared down at me deep in the night.
FUCK!
I nearly screamed out loud.
"So you are alive." My grandmother looked with distaste at the sleeping Henry sprawled half over me but ignored the kid who had taken over my other arm.
I regulated my breathing and cleared my throat, scared that my voice would come out too high-pitched from the shock just now.
"…As you can see."
"I can see it." Again, a glance at Henry before turning back to me, her mouth pursed as if she had just tasted something sour.
"Naturally. You have night sight." I retorted.
