They found the blade above the dresser, the one hidden in the curtains, the one she’d stashed under her pillow. They found the blades under the bed, the dresser, and the one behind the door-even the one under her chair. She would say they were thorough, though. It was proof of why others couldn’t be trusted. Very carefully, she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall to watch, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop them if she wanted to stay at the Academy. None of them answered her or even acknowledged her existence. What the hell?!?” Morgan straightened, turning to keep them all in sight. In seconds, they began to pull out the weapons she’d so carefully hidden and set them across the mattress. The men kept a careful eye on her as they systematically took apart her room, one even slipping into the bathroom to search. “What the hell!” It was all she could do not to drop into a crouch, her hands itching for her blades to draw blood. By the time her brain caught up with her and she caught the door, Kincade shoved his foot in the crack, and she knew it was too late. The rough voice was an order, and before she could check herself, she obeyed.
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