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I tied my hair into a tight braid and wrapped it into a bun, smoothing down any flyaway hairs. Even though you needed the root of the hair to get accurate DNA, I refused to leave behind anything that could be evidence. I left my room with the first light of dawn and slipped to an eerily quiet kitchen before heading to where the warriors got ready before they trained, knowing they would be outside now. That night I watched them train, The Hunter wasn’t wearing the leather straps or weapons he seemed to always carry either, and hung his belt hung over the rickety fence with his keys attached. He was either ignorant, which I doubted, or confident in his abilities not to find Dominick or Hudson’s trainers much of a threat. Or maybe he trusted them, but I doubted that too. I hoped whatever