I woke to the sound of whispered arguments and the distinct feeling that someone was poking my face.
"See? He's still sleeping. I told you he wouldn't wake up."
"You said that an hour ago, Lily. And the hour before that. And the hour before that."
"Well, maybe he's dead."
"He's not dead, Tobin. His chest is moving. See?"
Something small and sharp poked my cheek again. I cracked one eye open to find the girl they'd been calling Lily inches from my face, her messy braids dangling like curious caterpillars, a stick clutched in her tiny fist like it was the most dangerous weapon in the world.
I grabbed the stick before she could poke me again. "I'm alive," I rasped. "Unfortunately for you."
The girl shrieked. "HE'S AWAKE! THE HANDSOME DEMON IS AWAKE!"
