The Secrets of KingsChapter 11
Dawn sat up at the head of her bed, looking down at Lin. The Chinese girl was lying on her side, dressed only in a green, silk thong, her head on Dawn's bare thigh. Dawn stroked Lin's damp hair. Both of them were covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Summer had come early to Boston that night and Dawn, having discovered her new friend's tolerance for cold was much lower than her own, had turned off the air conditioning for her room. The room had gotten muggy, but neither had been inclined to...