The bastards had thought of everything.
I couldn’t even be mad at them. Not compared to how mad I was at myself.
If I’d remembered to go to the boarding administrator’s office and ask to get a second lock added to my door, then the Princes wouldn’t have been able to steal my computer, and if I kept a better eye on my jacket and bag at the library, they wouldn’t have been able to take my phone and keys.
Granted, most normal people didn’t live their lives in a state of total paranoia, watching everything they owned like a hawk and getting multiple locks installed, but I wasn’t normal. I was blacklisted.
That meant I should know better.
I slumped down on my bed and ran through my options. If I did nothing and waited until tomorrow to get my laptop back, I’d receive a twenty percent deduction from my grade for handing in my essay late, because the economics teacher was strict as hell. That would tank my overall grade in the class. It might even put my scholarship in jeopardy.
I’d also get in trouble when the teacher found my stuff in his office. I wanted to believe he would be shrewd enough to realize it was a setup, because no one could possibly be dumb enough to break into his office and leave an entire laptop, phone and keys behind, but I couldn’t risk it.
With a groan, I realized I only had one real choice.
I had to break into Royal Hall.