Thank you to all of the wonderful reviewers! There will be swearing, but that it is how I picture boys talking.

This is how an angel dies

Blame it on my own sick pride

Blame it on my A-D-D baby

- AWOLNATION "Sail"

Before I could even process more than the thought of him being here, Zach pushed me behind him. Peering around Zach's large body, I was finally able to examine Grant. He looked exhausted and older than he really was. He was still devastatingly handsome, but looked worn. He looked broken, and I only knew this because I was too.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Zach roared, obviously not caring who heard us. He began to stride over to where Grant was standing, but I placed my hand on his bicep to stop him. Grant looked at him, fear passing over his features. I had never seen a highly trained and highly skilled assassin look so terrified. I think I was in shock.

"I'm so sorry Cammie. You guys don't understand." His voice was hoarse and he looked pained as he took a step closer to us. I finally found the courage to speak.

"I don't think you understand Grant. You were there when I was taken. I know that now. I know that you are a traitor and a despicable person." I pushed myself so that I was standing next to Zach. A sorrowful laugh rumbled through Grant's chest.

"Aren't we all though? No one who is good at what we do is a decent person." My mind flashed to all of the faces of the people who had ever betrayed me. It wasn't a very long list.

"That's not true."

"But it is Cammie! Everyone at Blackthorne has killed people. Hell, the guy right next to you is the best of us all. Did you know that? That Zach is a damn good assassin?" Zach tensed next to me. I always knew that he was somehow dangerous, but it felt different hearing someone else confirm that.

"Grant," Zach warned. If looks could kill, Grant would be six feet under. Grant shook his head slowly.

"Sorry, but it's true. Cammie herself isn't all that innocent either." He turned his face towards me. "She's done awful things, haven't you Cammie? I've seen you do them with my own eyes. Like I said before, no decent person is good at what we've done." His words terrified me. I had no recollection of what I did over the summer, but he was confirming my suspicions.

"Why are you here Grant?" Zach's voice was laced with anger and resentment.

"I'm here to warn the two of you."

"Of what?" Zach kept his mask up, but I could see the curiosity pooling in his dark eyes.

"You cannot trust anyone. No one. I'm telling you guys that you need to run. Run as fast as you can and hide for as long as it is necessary. She's coming and isn't going to stop until she finds you again. Word is that the CIA also would like to 'chat' with the two of you. After all, you were both inside of the Circle. You are wanted by everyone." The gravity of what Grant was saying was sinking into me. I had to leave. I needed to. And I didn't know if I could do that to everyone again. Zach was the first to speak.

"If you are with the Circle Grant, then why the hell are you here telling us this?" Grant shrugged in response. I could tell that he saw no reason to lie.

"I realized that I didn't really like either side. Why pick one if you hate them both? You should know Zach. If I can remember correctly, the same thought struck you just a few years ago when you met a pretty girl. Sadly, this means I also have to be on the run. This is also my awkward as fuck way of asking if I could join you both, that is if you make the decision to leave." Zach's lips twitched into a small smile, meaning Zach trusted him. Which also meant that I did too, even though I still was having doubts about him.

"We need to." My words came out in a soft whisper, but they might as well have been shouted. They heard me loud and clear. However slight, the mood in the room shifted.

"Okay. But you're not going to try and kill us because I will kill you without any hesitation." Zach sounded deadly as he said this. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I felt a shiver run down my spine. The reality of what we had to do was sinking in.

"When are we leaving?"

Grant replied. "As soon as possible. I'll wait out by the PE barn." I nodded my head in agreement. I prayed that I looked in control of myself, but I felt like curling up in a ball and laying on the floor forever. However painful it would be to leave again, it was a necessary evil.

As Zach and I turned around to prepare ourselves for our departure, he grabbed my hand and pulled me aside. His calloused hand ran along the side of my face.

"Do you understand what we are about to do, Gallagher Girl?" I nodded my head in response.

"I know. We can't stay here anymore."

"You're going to see me and Grant in our assassin mode. I can be terrifying Cammie." Zach sounded apologetic as he said this. It was almost as if he was sorry that I would have to see him as an assassin.

"Something tells me that I can be too, Zach." He gave me one of the saddest smiles I had ever seen before letting go of my hand and walking down to his room.

I sprinted down to my room, but slowed down when I came in front of the door. My clammy hand grasped the ornate door handle before I slowly twisted it open, cringing as it creaked loudly. I heard the light click of the door and new that it had shut behind me. I walked as silently as I thought was humanely possible over to my bed. I reached under it and grabbed an empty backpack. I shoved clothes, some toiletries, and my dad's journal in it. I changed out of my uniform and placed it carefully on my made bed. I pulled on a black tank top and leggings before throwing my hair into a pony-tail. I laced up a pair of sneakers and surveyed the mess that I had left in my wake. My eyes traveled to sweet little Lizzie. She didn't deserve this again. None of them did. I was debating whether or not to wake up my roommates when a sound brought me out of my reverie.

"Cammie? What the hell are you doing?" I snapped my head towards Macey who was sitting up in her bed with a bewildered expression on her face. I swung a strap of the back-pack over my right shoulder.

"Macey, Zach and I need to leave. We're not safe here." She looked at me with fury.

"Were you going to say goodbye?"

"I don't know. You would have stopped me."

"We would've." A moment of silence passed before Macey continued. "You know that you are never going to get them to forgive you again. Some haven't forgiven you for the first time."

"What about you? Are you going to hate me?" I patiently waited for her answer.

"No. I understand. I don't like it but I understand." She had tears welling in her eyes. I walked over to her and bent down to embrace her. "Please don't leave, Cammie. Not again." Her words almost shattered my resolve. I wanted so badly to drop my pack and fall asleep in my own safe bed. But I couldn't. And we both knew it.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered in her ear. Her tears streamed down her cheeks and she let go of me. Her back fell against her sheets as silent sobs wracked her body.

Guilt encased me as I walked out of the door for what could be the last time.

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