Is a Red Lizard's Life Really That Dramatic?

The bluish moonlight shone from high above, filling the whole Winterborne estate below with its glow. Only one room stayed dark, its curtains pulled shut against the light.

In his new room, lit only by a few candles, Magna couldn't force himself to sleep on his first night there. He was already growing paranoid, feeling like danger could appear at any moment.

His heightened awareness of nearby presences only made things worse.

He could clearly feel the maid standing right outside his door.

Just an hour ago, the one keeping watch had left, and someone else had taken over for the night shift. That meant Magna would have to try sleeping with this feeling until morning came.

At least the presence that had been outside his window hadn't returned. That much was a small relief.

There was no switch to turn this ability off. But he did find that thinking about something else could distract his mind, and it worked fairly well.