Poke.
Poke.
Poke.
Riley jabbed his finger insistently into Liam's soft cheek, ignoring the faint crease of Kael's brow.
The dragon lord's expression screamed, What are you doing?
Riley's glare and frantic hand gestures answered back, He's human! If Orien wakes up first, he'll barbecue him out of surprise!
Kael's golden eyes narrowed, unimpressed. His body language clearly said, I could shield the boy in less than a breath.
Riley countered with a wide-eyed stare and another aggressive wave of his hand, as if shouting silently, Why waste your energy when poking works?!
The great lizard's sigh was audible in the way his shoulders shifted, but to Riley's immense relief, he didn't argue further. Instead, Kael stood back, arms crossed, a silent observer of this ridiculous ritual.
Poke. Poke. Poke.
Sure enough, Liam's face began to scrunch up like a wrinkled cloth. His lashes fluttered, and with a muffled groan, he finally cracked open one eye.
