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Chapter 1 - The First Test

The baseball was still heavy in my hand.

I didn't throw it back.

Instead, I placed it carefully into my coat pocket.

"That's mine," Evan, the oldest, demanded from the top of the stairs.

"It was," I corrected calmly.

"Now it's leverage."

Adrian Vale stood entirely still behind me.

I could feel the weight of his stare burning into my back.

He was waiting to see if I would break like the fourteen women before me.

I didn't break.

I took my first step up the grand, sweeping staircase.

The four boys didn't retreat.

They stood shoulder-to-shoulder, a miniature wall of hostility and expensive clothes.

Evan, eleven years old, had his father’s cold, calculating eyes.

Caleb, nine, was holding a heavy wooden block, weighing it in his palm.

Noah, seven, looked nervous but determined to follow his older brothers.

Luke, the six-year-old, was hiding halfway behind Evan.

"If you come up here, you’ll regret it," Evan warned.

"I’ve worked in juvenile detention centers, Evan," I lied smoothly, keeping my voice even.

"I promise you, nothing on this second floor scares me."

I reached the top landing.

The boys finally stepped back, their defensive line breaking.

"Where is my room?" I asked.

Evan pointed to a heavy oak door at the end of the long, dark hallway.

"Down there," he muttered.

I walked past them, my footsteps echoing against the hardwood floor.

I turned the brass knob, stepped inside the room, and immediately heard the door slam shut behind me.

The lock clicked.

A heavy deadbolt sliding into place.

Outside, the boys erupted into laughter.

"Told you she was stupid!" Caleb cheered.

I stood in the center of the dark room and sighed.

I reached into my bag, pulled out a thick bobby pin, and knelt by the keyhole.

Six seconds later, the lock clicked open.

I swung the door wide, catching all four boys celebrating in the hallway.

Their jaws dropped in unison.

"Rule number one," I said, leaning against the doorframe.

"If you're going to lock me in, make sure it's a lock I can't pick."

Downstairs, I heard the faint sound of Adrian Vale laughing.

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It was a dark, dangerous sound.

My seventy-two hours had officially begun.

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