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"Being back here made me see how much it can get to you; the training, all of the lessons, even just the environment we are in. We aren't the same as everyone else. And everyone else can never know.'

After six months of searching for her father, Charlotte Goode returns to the Gallagher Academy. Exams and eager friends await, but something is wrong. When a phone call changes everything, Zach can offer the answer - but someone will stop at nothing to keep him silent. And when a double agent is revealed, Charlotte must choose who to trust - but time is running out, and the Academy's greatest secrets are at risk.

The stakes are higher, but is she ready?


8. Conversation

13 hours left.

The gunshots had stopped about twenty minutes ago. I paced back and forth a river bank, collecting my thoughts. Well, attempting to. I decided to make a list in my head. Lists are efficient, and my mind was any but that at the moment. This is what the list consisted of:

1) Why was Joe Solomon here? And why wasn't he at the Academy?

2) Why did Stevens leave me at Blackthorne?

3) Who was shooting at us, and why? (perhaps Stevens' friends had come early?)

4) Why did Joe Solomon insist that I didn't call Zach?

5) Who was Rick, really?


The last question was the one that I least wanted to find the answer for. Rick went to Blackthorne. Rick just happened to find me. Rick knew things. 

I needed to talk to someone, and only one person sprung to mind. Joe Solomon had insisted that I didn't call Zach, but surely I could just send a text? I pulled my phone from my pocket and began to type something, but then it started ringing. Weird.


"Ditch the boy. I'm watching you, Miss Goode," the voice spat. I recognized it instantly, a chill running down my spine. Stevens.

"Ditch the gunshots. You could have had us killed!" I retaliated.

"That was the idea," he said, not even trying to hide the annoyance in his voice. 

"Call yourself a teacher? Risking students lives?" I snapped. I heard a dark chuckle.

"Of course I'm not. Rachel employed me, shall we say, under duress."

"What do you mean?!" I cried.

"Stay quiet, there's a good girl." He smirked at his pathetic pun. "And don't even think about trying to contact your brother."

"Where is he?" I whispered, my voice cracking.

"Let's just say he's not exactly on speaking terms," he hissed in my ear.

"Don't you hurt him! I'll kill you!" I screamed, but I was met with silence. I slammed my phone to the ground, anger and terror coursing through me. I wouldn't let him win this time.

I slung the backpack over my shoulder and ran.



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