My love shattered. That was the last straw. I do not care if him hating me is an act, or if him loving me is an act. I am done. Done with love and done with Zach. If I ever see him again, it will be to soon.
As I headed toward the office the girls noticed something was wrong with me but didn't say anything, in case to further madden me. We sat outside the door in silence eating what we had gathered from the kitchen.
"Zach is going back to the academy. He doesn't want to be here before you ask" I said not looking up.
I didn't want to talk to anyone or say anything my self. I just want to get this case done so I can move on. From everything. So I made an excuse to go back to our room.
Once there I looked at the box next to my bed which had the necklace in. I went over to it and picked it up turning it over and over in my hand as I memorized every detail. Even the box, even though the box was just a simple one. I looked at the necklace and thought back to the day I had met him in the alleyway. With my disguise. Then I remembered when I had tailed my mother to her meeting with the mystery man.
Why did my mother actually meet that man in the café? We had perfectly good teachers in this school that could help protect it, why get someone from the outside. Why would she get someone that is a stranger to all of us. There has been a code black, there had also been someone tailing Mr Solomon on that day too. Could these things all be connected? And if they did, how could they? There was some information I was missing but I couldn't think about because I heard a little beep that brought me out of my thoughts. The sound was so small and so insignificant that if I was talking to someone then I wouldn't have heard it. But because I am in here alone it was silent enough to be heard.
I looked down at the locket in my hands and saw that the dot above the engraved eye blinked red once before it turned back into the cool metal.
I don't know if zach had planned this or someone had switch the lockets whilst I was away, but I was now being tracked.