"Awake, Uncle Lyon," I shouted, pushing him back.
I jumped out of bed hastily and looked at him warily, tightening my grip on the bedside lamp, ready to use it as a weapon if he attacked me.
Lyon nearly fell off the bed from the push.
Then, for a moment, he glared at me in perplexity, his otherwise cold face aflame. His eyes were aflame with an un
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