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“I shall destroy that infernal device.”
“You said that about the dishwasher.”
“The dishwasher deserved it.”
She laughs.
Our daughter reaches up and adjusts my crown.
“There, Daddy.”
I look down at her.
“Am I suitably magnificent?”
She nods.
“You’re my prince.”
My heart nearly stops.
I gather her into my arms.
“And you, little goddess, are my entire kingdom.”
Calla makes a suspicious sound.
I look up.
She’s smiling.
Softly.
The way she does when she thinks I’m not watching.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing.”
“Darling.”
She shakes her head.
“Just thinking about how far you’ve come.”
I grin.
“From divine imprisonment to royal nail appointments?”
“Exactly.”
“A remarkable promotion.”
Our daughter’s powers manifested shortly after her second birthday.
At first, the signs were subtle.
Stuffed animals moved while she slept.
