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The three of them made me seal the room up so that no one could eavesdrop. I made a barrier big enough for the four of us. They're all glaring at me with their arms crossed over their chests. They're mad. I get it. I lied right to everyone's faces and I didn't tell them what I planned. Now, I kind of have to. "Where is it?" Young demanded. "In my defender," I answered, sitting on the floor with my legs crossed. "You f*****g have it?" Lucille asked amused. "Yeah. Did you guys really think that I would hand it over to that psycho?" "You gave them a copy of the real thing? Why did it bring us here?" Lucille asked. "He wished for a world where the Mordreds rule," Meer answered. "He didn't wish our world to be ruled by them," "You have to be super s