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a locked door.
    I walk inside. I step into a high-class apartment. The first area looks like a living room, the carpet pure white, which matches the two loveseats across from each other in front of a large sheetrock fireplace. In between the couches sits a glass coffee table.
    Off to the left of the living room stands a kitchen area. It has everything a person would need to have a functioning kitchen, all the appliance made of stainless steel and the wood black in color.
    “Though you have a kitchen to yourself, breakfast and dinner are required to be eaten in the dining hall.”
    I nod. There are two doors in the living room. “Which one is my room?” I ask.
    “That one on the left. The other leads to your bathroom. We hope it is all to your standards,” Roseman says.
    My standards? All of this is a thousand times above my standards. I would be happy with a shack. I go over to the door leading to my bedroom.
    Once again, another beep echoes in the room. I ease the door open. I almost can’t believe what meets my eyes. The bedroom makes the living room look like a studio apartment big enough to house two of my dragon form comfortably. Like the entrance hall, white marble covers the floor, white with gold Celtic designs painted across it. I wouldn’t be surprised if it isn’t actual gold leaf paint. Murals of a blue sky with fluffy clouds cover the walls. White furniture decorates the room. A massive king-sized bed stands off to the right side of the room along with several intricate bookshelves lining the wall.
    I walk into the room. They follow me, their shoes clacking on the floor again. Suddenly, an alarm goes off. I cover my ears at the sound. “What is that?” I ask.
    “Remember that rule I mentioned? That alarm means it’s in force,” Perlow says before he turns to look back at Triton, who has crossed the threshold to my room. “If I wasn’t standing here now, I would’ve been summoned when that alarm went off, so you won’t have time to hide.” He waves his hand, and the alarm turns off.
    “I get your point,” I say. I fold my arms over my chest.
    “Do you like your room?” Roseman asks. “I designed it myself.”
    So it’s his tastes that went into this room, lovely. I shrug. “It’s more than what I need. The décor is rich. I’m a more rustic kind of girl: old woods, creaking floors, lived in feel. But my father told me never to complain about something I have been given, so I won’t.”
    He cocks his head to the right and looks at me, just like a dog. He doesn’t know what to make of my backhanded comment.
    Triton puts my bags down near the bed. There’s no dresser for me to keep my clothes in. I turn my attention back to the room, scanning it for another door. Finally, I spot it painted the same as the rest of the walls—almost blends in perfectly—but the gold knob gives it away.
    I sure hope this is a closet. I open it. Yup, a closet, big enough to turn into a guest room. How could anyone every need this much space for clothes? Some clothes already hang in it. They look like a school uniform. Great, I have to wear a skirt.
    “Um . . . is the skirt required, or can I wear pants instead?” Judging by their expressions my question must sound absurd.
    “The uniforms here are made from a very special kind of material. It allows you to transform into your full dragon form with them on. It would take several months to have one pair of dress pants tailored for your petite size. If you truly want some, I will put an order in,” Roseman says.
    “Or she could just not wear a uniform to transform,” Triton mumbles.
    Both Perlow and Roseman glance at him. His cheeks flush red. Perhaps, he hadn’t meant to say that aloud.
    “Mr. Lennox—”
    I sense an impending argument in the air. “I’ll wear a skirt. Don’t worry about it.”
    That seems to have diffused the situation for now. Perlow turns back to me with a smile. “Excellent. Well, I’ve given you the basic tour. There is