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Lincoln
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Pounding echoes across my royal suite. Forcing my eyes open, I discover a major change to my circumstances. The last thing I knew, I’d been working in my library. Now I find myself tucked into my own bed. No question who did this, either.
Peli.
According to my grandfather clock, it’s now early Thursday morning. Peli must have cast more than a sleeping spell on me. If it had been only that, then I’d have woken up on the library floor, snoozing in a puddle of my own drool. Instead, the monkey magically tucked me into bed.
How do I know this? Orange pajamas. I’m wearing them. Normally, sleepwear plays no role in my nocturnal routine.
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Someone’s at the door. Undoubtedly, it’s Connor. My father’s the only one who slams in such a fi
