Chapter 372 Princess In A Shed

• Kenna
• Cleo, the wife, mother, and matriarch of the property where Evander and I fell through the sky into their chicken coop, sets a huge clay platter on the kitchen table–an old, gnarled table graying with age and wear–and smiles brightly as she lifts the lid. Fragrant steam wafts into the air as roast chicken and an assortment of vegetables come into view.
• I’m starving and still riding a high from jumping for the first time. I honestly can’t believe I did it.