Chapter 1

" We need Cameron Morgan."I eaves dropped on my mother.

The words had barely registered yet, but when I heard her name made me sit straiter and think harder.
" The circle needs Cameron Ann Morgan alive," I heard her tell the person on the phone. No. My heart began to race. not her. Not Gallagher Girl. Me, Zach Goode felt sheer panic.

Cameron Morgan... There's a lot I can say about her. She's the most beautiful girl I have ever met, she's brave, and smart. And what really mattered to me was how good her lips had felt against mine. Not in a purvey sort of way. Believe me, I am not girl crazy. But when I'm near her my heart begins to beat super fast and I want to stay with her, I don't want to be alone anymore. I never want her to know the truth about me though. Not ever.

My family is all bad. When people look at me they see my mother. The evil, dictating, bitchy woman who only takes care for herself and nobody else. More than anything I want Cammie to see me, not my mother.

My mother wants Cammie! I thought in panic. I won't let her. Not Cammie! Not to Cammie. She can't hurt her! I won't let her. Cammie meant so much to me. I loved her.

" Boston," I heard her say to whoever was on the phone, with her." We'll be in and out quickly. There will be two girls on the roof. You can dispose of the other girl any way you'd like." She said." I've watched the girl. She's good, but she can't take on three of us, especially on a roof." She finished. I really wanted to believe that Cammie could face them with just one other girl there, but I knew that would be too good to be true if it happend. My mother worked with élite members of people in the C.I.A., MI6, Interpol, and every level of spy agencies around the world. She was inside the good guys. Most people didn't know that they were really in the Circle of Cavan. But I did. I knew. I knew because I was working with them. I was a member.I go to Blackthorne and I am trained to kill. I am a danger to Cammie being there, but I can't stay away. I'm too in love, too greedy to let her slip through my grasp.

I was out of Blackthorne instantly, headed to the airport. All I brought with me was a disguise and some money. I'd hacked into almost every data base I could look for and she was in none. She was entirely too much like she always is. The chameleon. [Which is good in some ways, except when you're trying to gather intel on her. Or you just love her, for instance_ me]. Then I fell across an article, and a special event was taking place in Boston today. A McHenry and Winters campaign. And Macey McHenry was Senator McHenry's daughter. She would be making a public appearance at the campaign event. She also went to the Gallagher Academy for exceptional young women. A.K.A Cammie's room-mate. And where one Gallagher Girl is, there ought to be another. They traveled in pairs, packs, groups. Where one was, there was never one far away.

I dressed in my disguise and took off for the Boston campaign event. As I waited in the crowds waiting to just catch a glimpse of Cammie. I wondered if she ever thought of me the way I did about her. In a way I really hoped that she did.

I'm a spy. An operative. And sometimes I fear that my being near her would harm her or get her in trouble. And I had gotten her in trouble once or twice when I'd stayed at Gallagher last spring. I also feared that if she were to ever find out that my mother was Catherine Goode, she would hate me. I wouldn't be able to bear that. To see the look of hate in her beautiful eyes and the constricting anger on her face would be almost unbearable.

I then saw Cammie's long Nutmeg hair wave around somewhere in the crowds when I turned around. She was walking in my direction! Did she know it was me? She couldn't! Cammie and her friend Macey McHenry were sauntering through the crowd streight towards me!

" Jeez, Chameleon, do you have any idea how hard you are to track down?" Macey asked. All I could think was: That's my girl. I couldn't help but smile at this. Because it was 100% true.

" I mean first I tried the school but have you ever tried to get anything out of Professor Buckingham?" She rolled her eyes." I tried the Secret Service..."

" Wait? The agency gave my grandparent's telephone number?" Cammie interrupted.

Macey smiled," Well I asked the Secret Service, but I ended up getting it from more covert sources."

" The agency?" Cammie asked with a mischievous grin on her face.

" Liz," Macey grinned. Liz was there skinny, blond, blue-eyed room-mate who could be possibly more dangerous than all of us put together. She wasn't working in the field, but she was a freaking Albert Einstein." Have a good summer?" She asked.

I don't even know why, but I was very interested her answer. Would she say that she was missing a special, certain someone?

" Yeah it was good, just..." She hesitated." Fine, my summer was fine." I noticed how much tanner she had gotten over the summer. I licked my lips and thought I might drool.

Macey smiled," Mine too."

A secret service agent was tailing them from behind, but I knew that he wouldn't be enough for my mother.

" Can I call you Peacock?" Gallagher Girl teased. In some ways I liked to think of her as my Gallagher Girl. She's so beautiful, her eyes are light green sometimes, other times blue, or hazel. It always changed with the setting. I wasn't close enough to tell, but I thought they might be a deep blue, now. Her hair is the color of nutmeg and it feels like silk when you run your fingers through it.

" That depends, do you want to feel safe when you sleep?" Macey asked.

Cammie was practically a legend from my stand point. A C.I.A. legacy. She was a great pavement artist. I'd been to the Gallagher Academy and seen what she was capable of_ might have even experienced it myself. I'd tailed her in D.C. and I was sure that I would never forget that day.

I listened to Macey's itinerary for the day. I knew that Cammie would be attending these events.

" HellO_ ladies." Preston Winters drew out the O. He was the maybe-soon-to-be-president's-son. Let me tell you, I'd be at loss for an ego if someone turned me down for that kid. It's like watching a kid play dress up. His tailored suit just doesn't look right on him and that spiderman watch_ oh my god! He's like a five-year old! Why doesn't he go kiss a baby or something?

" Quick question," I heard Macey whisper." When your Mom said that we weren't supposed to use Protection and Enforcement moves this summer it didn't that apply to presidential candidate's sons, did it?" Macey glared at the boy in front of them.

" I think it applied especially to them," Cammie said with a glint of humor in her eyes.

Preston kept on talking and sounding like an idiot and I was glad because the last thing I wanted was for Cammie to like that guy. Ick...

Later after Macey's family rehearsals she and my Gallagher Girl I heard Preston ask," Are all the women of the Gallagher Academy as striking as you two?" No. Nobody was more beautiful than Cammie. Not by a long shot.

We were passing each other in the tunnel and I had gotten so caught up in watching Cammie that I nearly ran her over.

Using my cover I used a fake old man voice saying," Excuse me, Miss." I mumbled in a fake southern accent. I noticed that she looked at me with some recognition in her eyes but couldn't quite place who I was. She had seen me before, but she shouldn't have been able to recognize me in any way.

" What is it Cam?" Macey stopped short of the elevator.

" ohh...uhh...nothing," Cammie said, shaking her head.

I watched them slip into an elevator.

As soon as they started to go I waited a moment then I pressed the elevator's button.

Nothing happened.

I pressed it again. Only then did I realize that I was too late.

No! Not my Gallagher Girl!

My heart beat faster as I ran for the only way left for getting up there.

The laundry shoot.