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The place is deserted, and a little part of me wonders if that's because everyone is out looking for Bram and I. It's perfectly plausible that's the case. But now my tracker is dead, or at the very least, dying, things could change at any moment. I just hope we're out of here before they do.
"Where will the knife be?" Bram asks.
"Isn't that the million-dollar question?" I half-joke. That’s been playing on my mind as well. "I'm not entirely sure, but I'm guessing it's in the Commander's office," I tell him. Bram nods.
We lapse into silence as we make our way through the last corridor. Still no people, which is odd, but good for us. I'm not exactly inconspicuous with the colour of my hair. Nor with Bram in tow. There may be a lot of hunters about, but most of them know each other. It w
