Moments later, Logan drifted off to sleep, dragged under by sheer exhaustion.
Draining more than a hundred years of lifespan was anything but easy.
And having just three months left to live on top of that only made the ordeal heavier.
He decided internally to resurrect Evelyn within whatever time remained, and then gradually lost consciousness.
Time dragged on lazily, the dragon's wings beating in slow, rhythmic silence.
Daenerys remained laid back, watching the peacefully sleeping face of Logan, the wind brushing lightly against his features.
"Handsome…" she said with a smirk, readjusting her dark glasses.
A flash of light erupted in her hand and a moment later, a new lollipop appeared between her fingers.
…
Before long, Logan woke up, his mind still a little fatigued.
The first thing he did was glance around. The sight briefly stopped him cold.
