When Oakley pried his eyes open, Bethany was standing next to him, her lips tightly pressed.
A smell wrinkled his nose.
Well… at least, he was alive.
“What’s that stench?” Oakley said.
“You shat yourself.” Bethany’s lips snapped back in place, but her eyes sparkled with amusement.
He glared at her. “Not funny.”
“I tried to warn you.”
“I can’t jump off ramparts and listen all at once. My bad.” He tried to sit, but his muscles hurt so bad he whimpered instead. “Resurrection’s not as advertised.”
“Neither’s your life of crime.” She recovered her magic ring from his finger.
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