“I’ll race you,” I said with a smirk. He frowned and peeled my arms from around him. “Dianna, do you truly think me immature enough to—” Samkiel took off running, not finishing his sentence. I gaped after him, and he was nearly at the stairs when I yelled, “You cheater!” His laughter boomed, bouncing off the palace walls and echoing in my heart as I chased after him.
