Sienna woke to the burning feeling of someone staring at her.
Her eyes opened slowly, and sure enough, Isaac was lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, watching her with entirely too much interest for someone who should have been asleep.
For a few seconds it was silent.
Then Sienna's expression darkened.
Her fist shot forward, and a punch landed squarely on Isaac's stomach.
He folded slightly but didn't move away; truthfully, he could have avoided it effortlessly but simply chose not to.
"Ow."
"You deserved that."
"Why?"
Sienna sat upright and glared at him.
"What would you have done if I weren't around?"
Isaac answered immediately.
"Die peacefully."
She stared at him.
Then she shook her head negatively; his words annoyed her even more.
"How did you even get drugged?"
Isaac groaned and rubbed the spot she had punched.
"It was the king."
Sienna raised an eyebrow.
"It isn't my fault."
"Of course it isn't."
Isaac immediately brightened.
