#Chapter 153 Wake Up Night Dwellers!

A week after the attack, I had been out of the hospital for a couple days and was fully recovered from the silver poisoning. Andrew had wanted to cancel all our commitments for a few more days—even the coronation—but I insisted that I could handle anything that he threw at me. Unfortunately, I forgot that that meant an appearance on the popular late-night show Wake Up, Night Dwellers! Regardless, I insisted that we keep our commitments, and I soon found myself sitting next to Andrew on a couch in front of an overly enthusiastic studio audience. On the other side of Andrew, behind an oak desk, sat the flamboyant host of Wake Up, Night Dwellers!, Caesar Flare. With slicked back, dark red hair, an immaculate spray tan, and a crimson three-piece suit to match, Caesar was intimidating force to face. Even his sparkling, pure white smile gave me chills. Yet I made myself look at him straight on as he introduced us to his audience. “Everyone, let’s give a warm Night Dweller welcome to my ne