This morning, I am woken up by somebody nudging me. With a groan, I roll over to find Lycus stiff as a board next to me and staring at the ceiling. Fingers jabbing in my ribs have me turning to look at Kalen, who is also perfectly still. I yawn and rub my eyes, only for him to nudge me again.
“What?” I groan, rolling on my side. Lycus whimpers behind me, and Kalen lifts his hand, gesturing towards Lycus. I peer over my shoulder to see Ryze leaning down off the headboard. Ryze’s head turns from side to side as he studies Lycus’ face. His long snake-like tongue slivers out of his beak and up the side of Lycus’ face, who pales considerably as it runs across the shadow of stubble on his cheek.
I chuckle at the look of fear on Lycus’ face, his eyes wide and unblinking. The corner of his lip
