Chapter 1

Cammie's Pov:

When I opened my eyes again I was lying on the side of the road and everything was a blur of shapes and colors. My eyes could hardly pick out anything except a voice saying my name over and over and over again. Or wait...was it my name? I couldn't be sure. The world was a mix and I couldn't be sure.

"Gallagher Girl..."

The memory danced in my head but I couldn't be sure that it was real.

"You shouldn't be here, Gallagher Girl..." The voice said again and I fought against a wave of nausea.

Him.

I saw his dark eyes and the way they widened when they saw me.

"Cammie!" He shouted.

My body trembled and I stared at him.

Where did I know him?

Who was he.

I wasn't safe, that was the only thing I could possibly be sure of as I ran through the streets, knowing exactly where I was but having no idea as to who I really was.

I don't know my name, I don't know where I came from, I don't know how I got here, and I don't know what is wrong with me.

But there is one word that haunts me over and over again.

Run.

Run.

Run.

Run...and don't look back for anything.

Kat's Pov:

Hale looks at me and I look at the phone in his hand. "Doesn't your family own a phone industry-" seeing as the phone was a Samsung and not his right of passage, Hale Industries.

"A small one," he said, holding his fingers an inch apart.

I grinned. "I'm sure."

Just as I looked over at the door there was a door that came swinging open in a hurried gesture and I saw a girl come running in.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked.

She collapsed on the floor of the café.

Macey's Pov:

I'm sure that Cam is okay.

The circle isn't chasing her anymore and she's the chameleon. No way is she going to get caught by anyone. But sitting on this plane to meet up with Zach Goode, Rebecca Baxter, and Joe Solomon...you can never be sure.

My phone rang and I saw a number that I didn't recognize.

Hoping it might be Cammie, I answered. "Hello?"

"Macey?"

"Hale?" I demanded, astonished that I's even heard his voice. "Hale, is that really you?"

"Yeah, Mace. I think I found your friend you told me about. Was her name, Cameron Morgan?" He asked, there was something of a panic in his voice and I swallowed hard.

"Yes." Another gulp.

"Meet me in Time Square, we'll find you there. Your friend's in trouble."