"Awake, Uncle Lyon," I shouted, pushing him back.

I jumped out of bed hastily and looked at him warily, tightening my grip on the bedside lamp, ready to use it as a weapon if he attacked me.

Lyon nearly fell off the bed from the push.

Then, for a moment, he glared at me in perplexity, his otherwise cold face aflame. His eyes were aflame with an unyielding fieriness, as though fire were scorching directly through one's heart. "Get over here," he growled.

I frowned but did not budge.

Lyon appeared menacing. His eyes were brimming with a hunger like that of an animal as though he would devour me...