The shape of the knife felt as though it was protruding from underneath the pillow. I obviously couldn't feel it as I slept but that didn't change the fact that I couldn't ignore that it was there. From what happened last time, a knife was one of the most useful things I could have on me in a moment of danger. I promised Ira that I wouldn't keep anything dangerous on me yet I took the knife that Ace offered to me. It was for my own safety and I convinced myself that I wasn't doing anything wrong.
I sat up and reached my hand under the pillow, feeling the shape of the knife in my palm as I pulled it out to get a better look at it. The shape of it was cylindrical and the cover was pure black. You couldn't tell that it was a knife and would mistaken it to be a pen instead. But when I pulled
