Page 6 of The Last Morgan
“They make me feel balanced.”
Sam smiled. “Good choice. They’re yours now. Take care of them.”
Lucy ran her fingers along the handles. For the first time in a long time, something stirred in her — a sense of ownership. Of belonging.
As she strode into the dining room with the blades at her hips, she dropped them onto the table without thinking.
“No weapons at the table!” Mary called, feigning horror — but her eyes sparkled with amusement.
Lucy grinned and swept the daggers onto her lap.
Just then, Corey walked in and clocked the blades immediately.
“So,” he asked, “what are you calling them?”
Lucy didn’t hesitate.
“Mum and Dad. They’re going to be with me everywhere — taking their revenge.”
The room went still.
For a moment, she wondered if she’d gone too far.
Then Corey burst out laughing.
“Yeah, she’s Tapped!” He said, shaking his head.
The tension broke. Laughter filled the room.
Even Mary smiled as she shook her head.
It wasn’t the most traditional kind of family…
But as Lucy looked around at the strange, deadly, protective group that had taken her in, she realised something. She was beginning to belong.
Chapter 5
Finally, the time came for her lessons with Mary. These were nothing like the survival drills or combat routines she’d been mastering. Mary taught her languages, history, social finesse, finance, business — and most importantly, identity.
How to walk into any room and belong.
How to be anyone but herself.
Luckily, Lucy was already a quick study. The nannies her parents had once hired — each from different corners of the world — had unknowingly prepared her for this.
Mary’s sessions became her favorite, not just for knowledge, but for the escape.
Pretending to be someone else, even for an hour, made the weight of her past slip away.
By day, she lost herself in learning.
By night, the screams always returned.
No amount of training could silence them.
Carter checked in when he could — his visits brief but grounding. He chased every lead, chased ghosts. But eventually, he had to do the unthinkable. He marked the case unsolved.
Thirteen years passed. Thirteen years of silence and survival. Of knives, disguises, and languages. Of becoming something new.
