The Rowes' quarters were opulent in a way that made academy staff housing look like barracks. Plush carpet beneath their feet, art pieces adorning the walls, a panoramic window offering a breathtaking view of the tournament arena complex illuminated against the night sky.
"For suspected terrorists, they have excellent taste," Sophie muttered, eyeing the minimalist furniture that probably cost more than her monthly allowance.
Noah was already moving through the main living space, checking drawers, scanning bookshelves, searching for anything suspicious. "Purge members wouldn't just leave manifestos lying around. They're smarter than that."
"Clearly," Sophie agreed, examining a shelf of crystal decanters. "Which makes me wonder why you thought we'd find anything here in the first place."
