The first room I walk into has to be Neil’s. I know because the artwork hanging up screams Neil’s entire personality. It’s clean, neat and immaculate in all it’s glory. His sheets are pressed into perfect lines on his bed. The wood around the room is light and refreshing. There’s one window that looks out into a lake next to the pyramid. Fish swim by like the window doesn’t exist. Mia points them out and coos.
“Yes, Mia,” I say. “Fishies!”
She says something back that sounds mildly like my words. I laugh at her. I give the room a once over and don’t see my dagger. I am too worried of messing up the perfection to dig through anything. Quietly, Mia and I leave Neil’s room and head into the second room. It’s most definitely Archer’s.
It’s littered with trophies out the wazoo. Medals hang
