“So, you’ve finally woken up,” I say casually, barely glancing at the whip of gold hovering mid-air, like it’s ready to strike at any moment. “Not a morning person?” Another snarl comes gnashing through her teeth. “I didn’t think so. That’s alright, Ryatt’s worse. Although,” I muse, glancing toward the cave’s darkening entrance, “it’s nighttime now, anyway.”
