Chapter 13: Secrets

Cammie Morgan's POV:

This is impossible.

I stood up off my bed in the guest bedroom, grabbed the robe hanging off the chair, and walked out onto the balcony. The night air was extremely cold yet extremely welcoming. I wrapped myself tighter in the robe as I took a seat on the bench and starred up at the night sky. The stars shined brighter than before and there was light snow on the ground for the night.

Tonight I wouldn't be getting any sleep that much I knew and was fine with. Too many thoughts were flooding my mind—too many problems with no answers, no solutions. Ones I of course would never figure out in one night, but I would have to figure out soon. Although it may even be too late to figure out what was happening, what I was being hidden from.

And…and it was crazy to think about. Still I couldn't keep my mind off the feeling. Today, or well, yesterday—since it was already one in the morning—I felt that there was somebody watching me while I was shopping with Bex and her mom. There was a good choice that those eyes were from the Circle of Cavan since they were out to get me for some strange reason one that I'm still working on.

If that was who I felt then I could forgive myself, but of course it wasn't. No, it was a certain boy that I could not seem to get a grasp on, who has come to haunt me in London even when he's not here wherever he is.

Why is it so difficult to forget about someone?

Maybe because it would be a danger if you did.

Freezing I thought over every situation that happened in the course of the year with Zach. Nothing clicked but my perspective changed.

No matter what I couldn't trust Zach. Something strange was going on and I had a gut feeling he was a part of it somehow, which meant immediately I couldn't allow myself to trust him. I couldn't let my guard down.

The top three things I needed the quickest information on:

1) I would have to figure out who Zach really was if Hailey couldn't.

2) I would have to find out why the Circle of Cavan was after me and not Macey.

3) I would have to know what the adults didn't want me to know, what they were lying to me about.

And all three items might be connected, solved in one answer. That thought chilled me even more than the frigid night air.

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Harper's POV:

I stared down hard at the papers in front of me, the only light coming from the moon shining in from the two windows in the small hotel room. Heavy snow was starting to fall. Keira rolled over in her bed but didn't wake.

Turning my head I looked over at the clock and internally groaned. It was three almost four in the morning and in the past eighteen hours and seven minutes I had gotten nowhere.

I still had the same information I had before and it frustrated me. There was still no answer to my question or maybe there isn't an answer. Maybe I was overlooking things…but no…it didn't seem to add up otherwise. There had to be something else to this there couldn't be that one reason. It wasn't even that large amount of information, nothing that would really threaten the Circle. It was like stealing a grocery list from a house instead of the list of social security and credit card numbers. Taking a list that might irritate someone but not one you could really destroy their life with. Rather not even shaking the foundation of what they've built up instead of suddenly having it all crumble to pieces.

No this went much deeper then petty thievery, I knew it.

"Harper?" Keira mumbled out groggily. She finally woke up and was rubbing her fist against her eyes. "Why are you up?" She stared at me her blue eyes still cloudy from sleep.

"Researching," I said simply. My gaze returned back to the papers in front of me debating whether I wanted Keira to know what I was looking at. I couldn't see any cons for it.

There was a shifting of weight. "For what?" Keira asked, her footsteps soon following her voice. In eight seconds she was sitting on her knees looking down at the papers, she had picked up, in her hands. Her eyebrow lifted in concern. "Harper, why are you looking at these files on David Morgan?"

"Because I need to understand why the Circle of Cavan was after him in the first place."

Keira let out a breath setting the paper back down. "You know why Harper he stole the list…"

"A list that was as harmless as a list of library books. Keira it held no valuable information about us. He wasn't even looking for valuable information about the Circle. For all we know he didn't even know we existed."

Keira's nose twitched at the thought and her forehead wrinkled. "Then why would the Circle be so dead set about getting rid of Cameron because of what her father did especially when her father is already out of the picture." As each word came out of her mouth her eyes were becoming clearer.

"Exactly. There is something else to this Keira, something beneath the words. I didn't really question it before not until they started going after Cameron as hard as they have. Even at that point I didn't put much thought to it. I just remained on the assumption that they were just sending a message, but one they started putting a lot of effort into. There has to be more to it, more of a reason to go after the Morgans as much as they have." I flipped through the pages again as if I would finally see the answer this time. "Now if I can just find out what it is."

"Harper maybe it would be best just to sleep for now and start searching later in the afternoon. We only have a few more hours left for sleep and I can guess that you haven't even gone to bed yet."

"I don't need to sleep every day," I mumbled. Keira rolled her eyes but didn't argue. She left me to my research while she settled back into bed her eyes more weary than before.

"I mean really Harper we have loads of time for this, so that you don't have to stay up till four in the morning."

And that was where Keira was wrong and I knew she knew that deep down. This—living with their aunt—wasn't going to last long not as long as the Circle was still running and they knew where we were. I wouldn't put it past them that they weren't keep extra tabs on our location up to the exact room we were standing in. As for no longer running that would be a very, very difficult challenge to overcome going against the amount of years they've been established, their roots having dug deep. It would be a long, difficult war in order to finish off the Circle of Cavan.

I give it another week before we're taken back. No more than that or else I'll be concerned.

There was still nothing more on the question that was still plaguing my mind. But the name Morgan started to sound more and more strangely familiar but that might be the result of my exhausted mind playing tricks on me.

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