KATE'S POV

I arrive back at school within an hour of exiting the interrogation room, and Cam rushes towards me.

"They know." She says breathlessly. My eyes slide to the group of nine standing at the banister staring at me.

"How?" I ask, eyes not moving off them.

"Mr Solomon, he showed us you interrogating Dr Steve. Nice work, by the way." She adds. I hand her the box in my hands and curse.

"Seriously? Does the headmistress know?" I say angrily.

"I don't think so." She frowns, then points to the box. "What's this?" I smile, tapping the side of my nose. "Wait and see." I walk quickly up the stairs, not stopping to look or speak to them but barrelling towards the Headmistresses office. I stop dead, pounding on the door.

"Come in!" I push open the door. She is not alone, but accompanied by Townsend, her sister and my brother, who is leaning against the wall in his Armani suit smirking.

"Quit it Leon. I get the point. You can see the future."

"Temper, temper, little sister." I ignore him.

"He told them." I say, "Mr Solomon told them." She sighs.

"Already? Considering the business we're in you'd think we could keep a secret." She fixes something on her desk. "Alright." I nod and set off towards my room, avoiding their glances and keeping my head down. I change swiftly back into my uniform, un braiding my hair and walking with my earphones in. I check my watch. 6:23pm. I make a bee line for the library even though I doubt he'll even be there. I find a table at the back and spread out my books, starting on the catch up for Dr Fibs. At 6:37, he peeks around the bookshelf.

"Stan." I sigh in relief. He comes and throws his books down on the table, sitting opposite me. His eyes, boring into mine, seem to see through me. For a minute and thirteen seconds, we are both silent. Then, he speaks.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" I sigh, not meeting his gaze.

"Headmistress Morgan wouldn't let me."

"You could've disobeyed her. She's not your mother." My head snaps up.

"No." I allow, "But she is Cam's cêpan, and since I don't have one, I tend to look up to her."

"What happened your cêpan?" I saw it coming but the question still takes the breath

out of me.

"She was killed nearly eight years ago." I say stiffly after a moment of silence. I stare into the darkness outside and try not to cry.

"I'm sorry." He says, laying a hand on my arm.

"Thank you." I wipe away a single tear that escapes and pull over one of his sheets, glancing over it. "This what you're having trouble with?"

NINE'S POV

I watch her intently. We've been studying for nearly three hours and she's explaining something for COW with large gestures. Her eyes have little dark flickers within their golden depths and they catch the artificial light illuminating the library. Her red chipped nail polish is stark against the white page as she points out something to me. I'm not really sure if she knows that I'm only half paying attention. As if reading my mind, she looks up through her elongated eyelashes. To be honest, that's probably exactly what she's doing.

"Stan? Are you listening to me?"

"You're a telepath?" I sigh, smiling.

"Yes."

"Why am I not surprised?" I chuckle, running a hand through my hair.

"C'mon." She says, rising to her feet. "It's too late for you to concentrate. We'll do more tomorrow." She walks me to my room then disappears off down the corridor with a little wave. For a minute I stare after her, then shake my head and enter the room, collapsing on the bed without another word.

I jump awake to a loud pounding on the door early the next morning. In the corner, Grant groans and rolls over. Zach isn't in his bed, and Jonas is still snoring so I get to my feet, running a hand through my messy hair and pull open the door, sorta forgetting I don't have a shirt on. Kate is standing there, wearing tight shorts and a training top, a bag slung over her right shoulder. Her hair is loosely tied back with a pink ribbon and is still damp and wavy. She looks at me, amused.

"C'mon. We're going to the gym."

"What?" I say weakly, yawning.

"In town. We're going to the gym in town. Me, you, Zach and Cammie."

"Are we even allowed out of the school?"

"Mrs Morgan lets us two Saturdays a month." She smirks, "But that never really stopped me." My eyes flicker to her six pack, pulled away only when she clicks at me. "Stanley. Focus. Be in the great hall in ten minutes. And bring a change of clothes." She winks and spins on her heel and disappears again in the opposite direction than she did last night. I turn into the room again. Grant and Jonas are stirring and I grab my stuff and hop into the shower, letting the hot water relax my muscles and barely drying my hair when I finish. I throw on a tee shirt and sweat pants, put jeans and another tee shirt in a bag and head towards the great hall. Girls around me are walking around in their normal clothes, and carry shopping lists. Kate, Cammie and Zach are standing at the front door, chatting. Kate spots me and taps her wrist in the universal sign for hurry up.

"What part of ten minutes?" She says, smirking as I reach her and searching in her bag for something.

"I was ten minutes." I say, frowning.

"Eleven minutes thirty four seconds." Cammie says, smiling at me.

"Seriously?"

"Get used to it, bro." Zach laughs, clapping me on the back. She produces a set of keys and pushes open the doors. A Hummer is parked outside, black with white leather.

"Rule one of the hummer- no food inside. Rule two- do not touch the paintwork. Rule three- only Taylor Swift to be played in the hummer. Agreed?"

"Where did you get this?" I ask, climbing into the passenger seat and running my hand over the Italian leather. Cammie and Zach climb in the back.

"Let's just say an eleven year old cannot be trusted with millions of dollars, and I like to drive fast."

She starts the engine and puts on her seatbelt. "You'll see."