There was a round of growls so dark that they sent shivers of pleasure up and down my spine.
"We no talk about you dyin'," announced Ronan, rolling out of bed with a cold look on his face. "Dat topic is off the table, permanently."
Blinking my eyes at him, I nodded my head silently. Okay then. Apparently, that was a landmine I didn't know about. I wondered for a moment if that had always been there or if it was something that appeared after last night.
Either way, I wasn't going to mention it again.
"Death," said Chang Xuefeng, pointing to himself. "They'll have to go through me to reap your soul, and that isn't going to happen. Death, for you, isn't happening. Now, let's get you fed. You won't grow any taller if you don't eat your vegetables."
