Chapter 165

"Uncle Cillian, wake up," Elara said, pushing him away.

She quickly got out of bed and watched him warily, gripping the bedside lamp tightly, ready to use it for self-defense if he charged at her.

Cillian nearly fell off the bed from her push.

After a few seconds, he looked at her in confusion, his usually cold face now flushed. His eyes burned with a fierce intensity, as if a fire were scorching