"Wait," I said, grabbing Dominic's arm before he could leave. "What do you mean you're handling the Lacie situation? Is she still at your house?"

Dominic's expression grew uncomfortable. "Not exactly."

"What does that mean?" I pressed. "Where is she?"

"She's..." he hesitated. "She's coming here."

"Here?" My voice rose in alarm. "To the training camp?"

"I just found out myself," Dominic said quickly. "She somehow got herself accepted into the program."

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