Savannah's POV
I opened my eyes and saw Kahmunrah fighting Lancelot. I wasn't too surprised. What was surprising is how much he seemed to care about me now that it was made certain that I was his sister. I hadn't expected him to care about me. Or Ahkmenrah. It felt like I had been trampled by about twenty horses. My head was pounding and my body aching. I felt terrible all over.
"Are you okay, Savannah?" Teddy asked.
I managed a nod. Hands helped me to my feet as I turned to look at Lancelot. He seemed ashamed.
"What do you think you were doing?" I snapped at him.
"I'm sorry," he muttered.
"Sorry doesn't ignore the fact that I fell off the roof and died," I shot back.
Lancelot hung his head in shame. I hit him hard, his head snapping to the side. He managed a sad smile.
"I deserved that," he mumbled.
"Yes you did," I told him sternly.
Kahmunrah came over and made sure that I was okay. We went back to the museum and agreed that it would be a good idea if Ahkmenrah stayed with his family. I sighed and nodded. I left before the Egyptians could know what was going on.
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The Night at the Museum (Book 3)
FanfictionAhkmenrah's tablet is rusting. Nothing like this has been seen before. To understand what's happening, Larry, Nick, and Savanna get Dr. McPhee to ship Ahkmenrah and the table to the British Museum. There, they meet with Ahkmenrah's parents and his i...
