My skin felt tight when I opened my eyes.
I was in the infirmary. My mom and dad were next to my bed. Sammy was also here.
“Ugh,” I grunted.
“Blake,” my father said first.
Then came my mother’s voice in that strong British accent of hers, which was at the moment filled with alarm. “What were you thinking?” It was weird that neither me or Sammy spoke like her. We could easily imitate one, but we didn’t speak with it. I shook my head to rid it of the stupid tangent. Why was I thinking this?
“It was the King of Lion sword,” I croaked.
“You could’ve died.”
“I didn’t.”
“You saved a girl’s life.” My mother smiled.
Fuck. I shouldn’t have done this. Why did I? “I would’ve done it for anyone, Mom.”
“It doesn’t matter.” She kissed the top of my head. “You will always be my hero. You make m
