“My father is down in the vaults,” Angel said with a bite of anxiety to her tone, clinging to his arm. In the atrium is was easy enough to dodge the goblins but down there? What if one had lost control of the cart and her father was even now being eaten alive by the dragon that surely resided below ground.
“I can’t possibly leave him,” she added, looking up to Mr Abbott with the hope that he would know what to do.
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time of death: when MJ dropped this heart-stopping set