There were three big Italian men guiding us through the dirty alleyway and to a basement where they had a jail cell. They threw the three of us to the floor into the dusty jail cell and locked it with a rusty old key. The loud click of the key made me shiver as I sat cross-legged on the floor.
"I have you know, I'm the lost Prince of Spain!" Gabe yelled, waving his fist at the man who walked towards the door.
"Keep dreaming, kid." The man chuckled as he exited the dusty cell room.
"If you're going to lie, don't use that one." Jonah rolled his eyes, leaning against the metal bars. "We all know the lost Prince of Spain was assassinated when he was lost."
"And when you pay attention to History, you get the wrong information." Gabe muttered and made his way to sit down next to me. "It was
