““Behind Nicholas, Henry paces back and forth, with a large open book in his hands. “Didn’t we used to have a dungeon downstairs?” the blond prince asks his older brother. “Could’ve sworn I found it when I was six or seven. Gave me nightmares for a week.” He points at an image in the book and smiles manically. “That device looks like it hurts—we’ll order two.” Huh. I thought I was just teasing Ellie about the dungeon.””
