Wade's pov

As Blake and I returned from the study, we caught Beatrice trying to steal from my room. "Beatrice, what are you doing?" I asked, surprised and disappointed.

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to get something to eat," Beatrice replied, looking down at the ground.

"In my room? Are you lying to me?" I asked

"You know stealing is wrong," Blake said sternly.

"I know, I'm sorry," Beatrice said again.

"What should I do with her?" I ask Blake.

She shrugged, "I don't know."

"I should hand her over to the guards, they would deal with her," I said.

Beatrice fell on the floor in tears, "no! Please,...