The crisp, cool, air set in between the trees. Excitement and dread hung in the air, masked by the smell of rain in the distance. Small twigs and dried up leaves crunched as I walked further and further in to the forest. I checked my watch (even though I already knew the time.) 4:57, I had three minutes before I had to be at the clearing, in the middle of the woods.

I thought of all the things Damion could tell me. I knew what he could do. Damion was the leader of the Circle of Caven, a direct descendent of Isoeph Caven, and he had power.

I broke free of the trees and stood in the middle of the open field. There were thirty-two seconds until 5:00, and I had no doubt that he would be right on time.

As if to prove my point, Damion stepped out from behind the trees as the silent alarm went off in my head.

"You wanted to see me sir?" I kept all the venom out of my voice as I looked up into his firey red eyes.

"Yes, Mr. Goode. What a pleasure. Have you been watching the Gallagher Academy like I've asked?"

"Yes sir, but it would be easier if you would tell me which one of the sophomores I was supposed to be watching."

"Isn't it obvious?" Damion chuckled

"Well it's either McHenry or Morgan." It took all my strength to say Cammie's name. To say it dull, lifeless, without any meaning.

"Ahhh, well I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you. After all, you are one of my most trusted and loyal agents." This was it. I wouldn't be able to take it if Cammie, my Gallagher Girl, was the number one target for the COC. It's not that I don't like Macey but, well Cammie- I LOVE her. Wait what????? Okay focus Zach….

"You're watching miss Cameron Morgan. Tell us what she does, where she goes. Any thing that can help with our plans. We're counting on you Zach." I hadn't realized that I had stopped breathing half way through his sentence. I took me a moment to realize that I STILL wasn't breathing.

After I took care of that MINOR problem, I restrained my self from killing him and said, "thank you sir."

Then I turned around and left, dreading the next time that I would have to come back.

As I made my way through the woods I pulled out my phone and dialed Solomon,

"Hello?" he picked up after the second ring

"Mr. S, it's Goode Guy," I said using my codename. "I have some information on the COC issue, but I should probably tell you in a more secure place."

"Can you make it to the political convention in Philadelphia tomorrow?"

"Yes sir."

"Okay, you can tell me there." The line went dead and I snapped my phone shut, my mind wandering to Cammie.

They weren't going to get her.

Over my dead body…

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