They slipped through the opening in the plastic. The air around the cloth-covered receptionist desk was filled with dust. Destiny tucked her mouth and nose below her shirt and Lily just held her breath. Elijah was thinking about the playrooms he’d make on raining days by stretching sheets across the living room furniture. Sometimes he pretended it was a spaceship, other times a cave. Never a castle, and never had he met a Princess. Pg. 302
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