Chapter 67

• Back in the King residence, I shed the heavy weight of the day and slipped into my own pajamas, but my heart was still racing, refusing to slow down. I moved like a flash toward the little bun my anchor in this chaotic world.
• “Little Treasure,” I whispered, voice trembling just a little, “Auntie’s a little scared of the dark tonight… can I sleep with you?”
• His response was immediate and warm. He scooted over, giving up more than half of his bed without a second thought.