THE UNWRITTEN PERKS OF THE BLOOD PACT

"If everything is fine just as you said, then what's wrong with her? Why is she not waking up yet?"

"And what makes you think that she is not awake?"

Rather than directly answering Naomi's question, Clyde only asked his pet back. Meanwhile, Syra who was faking her sleep could not help but flinch when she heard the other party's response.

'Errr???? Am I busted???'

And as if answering the question she had on her head, she heard Clyde speaking directly to her.

"Your time is up, Syra. Now, stop playing dead already, Naomi here was worried sick of you."

'Hmmm...'

Syra mumbled sleepily as she scratched the back of her head and tossed it to the side. Just like what a typical sleepyhead would do whenever they were being disturbed from their sleep. Yet Clyde revealed her pretense right away.

" Come on, Syra. Quit this lousy acting of yours already. I already saw you open your eyes just a while ago."