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the corner of campus and behind it was a private outdoor shower and outhouse. However, students didn’t have the same luxury as the head of the school. Instead, one large showering and bathing building was shared by five student houses. It had one entrance for men and another for women. A wall within the building segregated the two genders.
    Cleve had expected to be the last one moving in, so he was surprised to find not one but two empty rooms to choose from. He put down his bag in the room closest to the front door and left to retrieve the rest of his belongings. When he arrived back at Terren’s, he took more time preparing for his second trip, making sure he had all the clothes, toiletries, utensils, and books he would need. He wasn’t surprised to find this bag was lighter than the first. My weapons outweigh all my other belongings combined, he realized.
    Not more than an hour could have passed from the time of his first visit to his second, yet a King’s guardsman was standing outside the student house.
    “What’s going on here?” Cleve asked.
    “Back yourself two steps,” the guard said. He blocked the doorway and pointed a sword toward Cleve’s stomach. “The house is being searched for a bow.”
    Cleve was bewildered. I just brought it here. How could they have known? He looked inside and found another guard searching the kitchen. There isn’t much to search . They must’ve just gotten here if they haven’t found it yet . He had no doubt they would find it if he let them continue. He had to do something.
    “You have no reason to search this place. Let me inside.”
    “Step back.” The guard looked sternly into Cleve’s eyes. He’s looking for a sign of what I’m going to do , Cleve realized. Terren had taught him the same skill. Cleve looked back into the guard’s eyes and found apprehension, just what he wanted to see . Once he believes killing me is the only way to stop me, he’ll let me by. Disobeying the King’s guards might give him some time in the dungeons, but it still was better than being caught with a bow.
    Cleve readied his quarterstaff. “I’m going to walk inside. Let me through.”
    “I will cut you if you come closer.”
    Cleve took a confident step forward, the guard responding by thrusting his sword at Cleve’s chest. Cleve turned sideways and pushed the pointed end away from him with his quarterstaff. The sword slipped in between two buttons on Cleve’s shirt, ripping its way out.
    They took a step away from each other to assess the damage. A third of Cleve’s shirt hung awkwardly, attached by a thread.
    “You think the King would appreciate if you killed a student during this ridiculous search for a bow?”
    The guard held his sword ready in silence.
    “Are you Cleve?” a girl asked from behind, interrupting his plan.
    Cleve swung around. At the sight of her, his anger and fear turned into a moment of lust. She had light hair, just between brown and blonde. It had an almost unnatural shine to it, giving it a glimmer as it hung down wavy and thick, falling a little past her shoulders. Her skin was creamy and soft. Her eyes were brilliantly green and pinched at the sides. Her mouth was slightly pressed, giving it a dangerously clever look. She seemed tall for a woman and with full breasts that pushed out her red dress on either side of the buttons that ran down its center.
    “I’m Reela Worender,” she told him. “Steffen told me about you.” Her eyes switched to the guard, bright with curiosity. “What’s happening here?”
    Cleve’s breath was taken from him. For a moment, the guard, the search for his bow, his impending arrest, his ripped shirt, everything was forgotten. Then suddenly Cleve remembered that she was a psychic. Is my reaction because of some psychic spell? He’d seen beauty before, and this was far more than that. The way she’d stopped his heart upon first glance was unnatural, crippling. It had to be psyche.
    “We’re conducting a search