Mya’s POV:
After Archimedes tucked me into bed yesterday, I fell asleep immediately. The next morning, I awoke feeling well rested. I sniffed the air, but the scent was off. I knew that scent. I opened my eyes, got out of bed, and jumped onto Archimedes’s back. He made a humph sound. Archimedes was lying on a bunch of pillows on the floor. “Father, what are you doing here?” I waited for him to answer. I rolled my eyes. “I forgot. Artic, help me out here,” I said, frustrated. Artic opened the link.
“There she is! I wanted to have a sleepover. So, Mother Valentina spent the night in another den. What are you doing up at seven am?”
“I get up every day at five am. But on the weekends, seven. Father, why do I smell Persia on Archimedes?”
“I wanted to meet your friend.”
“Father, promis
