Ran's heart thudded as his entire body froze, a sudden spike of panic at the thought. His contract with Gallos wasn't official yet. So, anyone could pick up Gallos's knife and steal it. It wasn't like they could use Gallos, but even so, there were other things they could do with it.
Thus, Ran yanked the drawer open just to make sure.
"Oh, God—" His chest tightened. For one dizzying second, it wasn't there. His hand gripped the desk for balance.
Then, with a quiet clink, the knife rolled into view—just pushed too far back.
Relief washed over his face, his gaze snapping at the drawer. After patting his chest from the morning's mini heart attack, he picked up the knife and laughed to himself.
"Right," he muttered. "Why would I think someone would steal it when it's just me and Mikel in this dorm?"
"What steal?"
