I fixed him with a suspicious look. The only way I can believe his words is if Talia didn't reveal my secret.
Drevon unfolded his arms and rested his elbows on his thighs. "How long are you going to remain on the floor?"
"Why? I'm perfectly comfortable here," I opposed. The floors were strangely warm, and I had no intention of leaving them and going back into that bed with him.
"You're still unwell, and the ground is too hard for your body. Come to bed."
"Is there something else you need, my liege?" I questioned ignoring his offer; there was no way I'd fall for his sweetness, not anymore. "If not, please leave, I've already awoke uncomfortable because you were the first thing I saw this morning."
"Uncomfortable? I thought it was the fever," he chuckled.
"Both," I gritted out.
"Pardon me for that, I'll ensure your waking up will be comfortable from now on."
"Such charming words, my liege."
"Do I note sarcasm in your tone?"
