Page 40 of The Demon King's Destiny

“I think I’m waking,” she said.

“Don’t panic, Evelyn. This isn’t the end, remember?”

“Tomorrow night?”

“No, I’ll need some time. If I’m out on campaign, I’ll need to sleep lightly. I can’t afford to be dreamwalking and dead to the world. Give me a month.”

“A month?” she whined.

“’Tis only a moment for an immortal.”

Evelyn dissolved before his eyes. Not ready to wake, he put his hands in his pockets, rubbing the fingers of one hand across cool metal, and the fingers of the other across silky lace.

Guilt burned hot in his gut, coming to terms with which he preferred to have in his grasp.

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