I decided that snow looked best at night time, when it was completely undisturbed--no footprints, no marks. It looked beautiful, like a soft, downy blanket was thrown all over the earth by some giant. It looked so comfortable that I wanted to just jump in it and nestle into its softness.

But it was deceiving, that snow. Because it wasn't soft and comfortable. To nestle into it would mean to commit a suicide of sorts. Death by sleeping in the snow. Now that would be a way to go.

I sat on the edge of the balcony that was outside of my bedroom, my legs swinging over the edge. I had kicked off my shoes and my toes--and really all of my body--were freezing. But I felt good.

It could have been that I had stolen a bottle of wine from the refridgerator downstairs, but at the moment, I wanted to think it was for some unnamed reason. The bottle was sitting next to me in the chill, a fancy crystal wine glass next to it.

"Levitatus," I hiccupped. The bottle and glass rose in the air in front of me and I grabbed them both, pouring myself another drink. It must have been my fourth or fifth and I was definitely feeling the buzz. As I tipped the glass back, savoring the sweet taste of the wine on my tongue, I heard a noise from behind me. I, however, was too entranced by the sparkle of the snow crystals as they caught the light in their free fall to turn around.

"What the hell are you doing out here?!" I heard the source of the noise say. I didn't have to turn around to see who it was.

"I'm chillin'," I said, giggling at my bad joke.

"Caley, get inside or you'll freeze to death," Trey said.

"Nooo. You didn't get it! I'm chillin'! Get it?! Do you get it?!" I laughed, throwing my head back. The movement made me lose my balance slightly and I almost fell backwards, but Trey caught me.

"Get down from there. Your drunk. Come on," Trey said, taking a hold of my arm. I snatched it away and swung my legs over so that I was facing the room now.

"I am not drunk," I said, pointing at him. I proceeded to poke his nose and then snickering at my own amusement.

"Caley. This isn't funny. Get down before you get hurt," Trey said, his face serious. I shook my head, but then stopped quickly because the world started to spin around when I did.

"I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, mister. I don't need your help," I said stubbornly. To prove this, I crossed my arms over my chest and pulled a defiant expression on my face.

"Clearly you do since you're sitting out in the freezing cold without a coat on, drinking wine while sitting on the edge of a balcony," he said, his jaw twitching in annoyance.

"You make it sound soooo bad," I said, giggling. Then I ungracefully jumped off the ledge, holding onto the side to keep from falling. Trey quickly reached a hand out to help, but I pushed it away. Instead, I grabbed my wine bottle and glass and staggered back into my room, the warmth of it stinging my face instantaneously.

"I think you've had enough of that," Trey said, grabbing the bottle out of my hands as he followed behind me. I turned around and glared at him.

"Give it back," I said.

"How many drinks have you had?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

"None of your business," I replied, crossing my arms over chest.

"It is my business, actually," he replied.

"Really? Because it didn't seem like it an hour ago when you were fawning over Isobel," I snapped.

"So that's what this is about," he said, realization falling over his face. He let out a sigh and shook his head. "You're jealous," he said.

"Oh, please. Don't flatter yourself," I retorted. I snapped my finger and the bottle levitated out of his hand. I caught it in my hand and smirked, popping open the cork again. He narrowed his eyes at me and reached his hand out. The bottle flew out of my hand and back into his.

"You are not allowed to have anymore of this," he said, shaking the bottle. He walked back out onto the balcony and then tossed the bottle in the air. I saw his whisper something and the bottle exploded, the shards of glass becoming obliterated into crystal dust. Then he walked back into my room and shut the door to the balcony behind him.

"You are no fun," I said, rolling my eyes at him.

"Since when do you get jealous of me talking to other girls?" he asked.

"I don't care if you talk to other girls," I said, turning and going towards the bathroom.

"Well, your behavior sure says otherwise," he replied, following me. I looked in the mirror at my blotchy face. I could tell my eyes were unfocused. The room started to wobble around me. I turned around quickly to face him, losing my balance slightly and holding the wall for support.

"I don't care if you talk to other girls," I repeated, an edge to my voice. He opened his mouth to say something. "I only care because it's Isobel," I blurted out. He closed his mouth and looked at me, confusion spreading over his face.

"Why do you hate her so much?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter. I just do," I replied, turning back around to look at myself in the mirror. I pulled my hair up in a messy ponytail because my neck was starting to get warm. I had a drumming in my ears and a nasty taste on my tongue.

"It does matter. To me it does," he said.

"Well, to me it doesn't," I replied, blinking to try and steady the room a bit.

"Why are you being this difficult?" he asked, raising his voice slightly.

"Maybe I'm just a difficult person!" I shouted, whirling around to face him. But that was the last straw. The sudden movement brought bile up my throat. I jumped towards the toilet and bent over it, swiftly emptying out the contents of my stomach. Trey came up behind me and held back the few strands of hair that had fallen out of my ponytail. After I finished heaving up all the food I had eaten that night, I stood up and faced Trey, feeling nauseous, but better at the same time.

"Brush your teeth," Trey said gently, tucking my hair behind my ears. I nodded and he walked out of the bathroom.

I rinsed my mouth and then brushed my teeth thoroughly to get rid of the disgusting taste of vomit in my mouth. Then, I gargled back some mouthwash before the taste was completely gone. When I finished, I walked back into my room. Trey was standing at the doors of the balcony, gazing out at the silent winter night. I went up behind him and he turned around when he saw my reflection in the window panes.

"I'm sorry I ruined your night," I said to him in a quiet voice. He reached up and brushed my cheeks gently with his fingers.

"You really are a rollercoaster ride, Caley," he said with a slight chuckle.

"I guess I just want to keep you on your toes," I replied with a small smile. He laughed and then leaned in, kissing my lips longingly. After a few minutes, he pulled away and caressed my cheeks with his thumbs.

"I love you, Caley. Nothing and no one is going to change that," he said softly. I looked into his beautiful multicolored eyes and wondered if that statement would still hold true if he knew who I really was and what I was doing. Before he could catch onto my uncertainty, I smiled at him.

"That's good to know," I said. He smiled back and kissed my forehead. We moved over to sit on the couch that was in my room.

"Are the guests still here?" I asked him as he put his arm around me. I pulled my legs up and nestled into him.

"They are, but the night is over. Everyone went to their rooms to change to go to bed," he replied. I felt my eyebrows raise slightly.

The night wasn't over at all. In fact, it had just begun.

"We should probably get to bed, too," Trey said. I sat up, looking at him, trying to read his expression. He gazed back at me, a blank look on his face.

He wasn't apart of the Order. He had no idea.

"Yeah, probably," I replied.

"How about you change and get ready for bed. I'll be up in an hour or so. Mom wants me to clean up downstairs a bit so that the place doesn't look messy in the morning," he said.

Suddenly, my suspicions came rushing back.

He was trying to get rid of me. He wanted me to go to bed so that he could sit in the on the meeting. He was apart of the Order. He did know what all of this was for.

"Ok," I agreed. He smiled and leaned down, kissing me. I could feel the distance between the two of us, even though the kiss was quite passionate. We were both lying to each other. We were both living separate lives and weren't telling each other. We were keeping secrets.

"Be up in a bit," he said. I nodded and smiled as he left the room. When he was gone, my smile dropped and I glared at the door.

Everyone was lying to me.

I stood up and went into my closet, changing out of the short red dress and into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Then I rethought this choice of attire and changed into a pair of dark skinny jeans, a white tank, and threw my black leather jacket over it. Satisfied, I went back into my room to wait. I pulled my phone out and saw that Abbey had left about 11 text messages, all saying the same thing: what I was up to. I rolled my eyes and hit reply.

Caley: There was a dinner here tonight. Sorry. Got caught up with guests. Met a really cute Spanish guy. What are you up to?

I hit send and watched as the message sent.

It was late now, so I knew she wouldn't respond until morning.

I stood up and turned the light off in my room. Then I quietly walked out of my room, being careful not to make any noise as I walked.

There were many rooms that the Order could be meeting in. The basement was one, but I would check there last since Trey was supposedly down there. If he actually was down there and he caught me snooping, it would difficult to explain why if he didn't indeed know what was actually going on.

No, the first room I was going to check would be the living room upstairs, although that room was doubtful. I crept down the hall, silently thanking Natalia for having carpeted floors. When I neared the living room, I peered in. No one. Just as I suspected. It would have been too obvious if they were in there.

There were no other options for the upper level, as all of the other rooms up here were bedrooms. I was going to have to go downstairs and check. Very quietly, I turned towards the staircase and gingerly held onto the railing. I took careful steps so as not to make any noise and winced each time I heard the stair creak. Then, I had an idea.

It was a spell that we learned in Spells this past semester. It was to make things like as a feather, so that they would be easier to carry. It was an alternative to the levitation spell, in case we ever needed to carry something in front of non-magic folk.

"Lux pluma," I whispered. I felt a tickling sensation fall over me and when I took my next step, it was as silent as a mouse. Smirking, I descended the rest of the staircase, not needing to worry about being heard anymore.

I went down one of the hallways that branched out from the foyer and towards Christopher's study. Although it was just meant to be an office, Christopher's study was enormous. It could easily fit all of the members of the order. I made my way towards the room, taking care to stay hidden in the shadows. When the room was in view, I looked around to see if anyone was around. No one. Not even a light coming from under the door.

Sighing and feeling a little frustrated, I made my way to my next destination, which was the living room that the adults had been in earlier. Again, there was no one. Where could they be holding the meeting?

And then it hit me. The library. No one went in that section of the house. The library was enormous. Even if someone was snooping around, or just happened upon the room in a midnight walk, the members would be able to hide or get away before being found. It was the perfect room.

I walked all the way across the house, glad I was wearing dark colors so that I could hide in the shadows and cursing my light blonde hair. As I neared the main entrance, I saw that someone was standing in front of the door, slightly nodding off to sleep.

Success! They were in the library!

I squinted in the darkness to make out who it was. Once my eyes adjusted, I realized that it was Charles Pevely, a middle aged man that was hopelessly awkward in all social situations. I decided it would be best not to go through the main entrance and made my way to a hidden side entrance that I had found last winter break when I was exploring Trey's house one day.

I slipped into the library. Becoming slightly distracted by the enormity of the library, I marvelled at how incredibly beautiful it was. If I lived through the Trinity War, then I made a mental note that when I grew up, I would have a library in my home. Clearing my thoughts and putting up my barriers, I moved forward. I grabbed a random book, not reading the title, looking around for the meeting place.

I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw a flicker of light coming from the far left of the library.

Finally!

I grabbed another book off the shelf and took the 'light as a feather' charm off of me. I didn't want anyone to be suspicious of my snooping when I showed up. Putting on my best casual looking around face, I made my way to the light.

As I approached the light, I could hear voices. I recognized the one speaking right away. It was my father.

"...especially with the mysterious disappearance of Roberta Isles and this new vice president, James Nichols," he was saying.

James Nichols? Who was that?

A memory stirred in my mind and I remembered Elijah mentioning in one of the meetings that Isaac had taken on a different name and identity. James Nichols was actually someone that had worked closely with Roberta Isles and in the case that Roberta couldn't continue her job, he would take over. We had the actual James Nichols imprisoned in Elijah's manor. Somehow, with Gianna's help, they had managed to transform Isaac's appearance to look exactly like Nichols, dying his dark hair platinum blonde, giving him a sharp and slightly crooked nose, and piercing grey eyes. It was really something amazing. He looked exactly like Nichols.

"Nichols, for those of you who don't know, was chosen to be Roberta's replacement in any case that she wouldn't be able to carry out her duties," Blackwood explained.

"But we have reason to believe that the James Nichols that is currently in the position of Vice President is not the real Nichols," Long said.

"And what reason is that?" I heard the voice of Sylvia ask.

"Well, for one thing we have the ability--" Long began explaining.

"Having fun?" I heard a familiar voice say behind me. I tensed up as I felt a hand on my back and warm breath on my neck. I turned around to see Fernandez's eyes flashing in the darkness.

"I--" I began. He smirked and then turned me back around, pushing me forward.

"Excuse me, but we have a little spy," Fernandez said. I felt my blood run cold at the word, but covered up quickly by pulling a confused face.

"I was just down here to get some books to read before bed," I said, holding up the two novels I had in my hand. I glanced at the spines of the books and relief washed over me when I saw that I had picked up two books that I would actually read: Hamlet and Frankenstein. "I saw the light and I was just wondering who it was down here at this hour," I added, cocking my head to the side to look innocent.

My eyes quickly took in everyone that was there. I was surprised by the amount of people. My father was there, of course. So were Blackwood, Long, Sylvia, Christopher and Natalia, two women named Natasha and Riya, and three men named Jeremiah, Clark, and David. In the corner, I saw Valenya, who I was extremely surprised to see. And then, to my disappointment, sitting behind my father and slightly in the shadows, was Trey.

I felt my heart sink. He was a part of the Order. He had lied to me.

I mean, given, I wasn't exactly telling him the truth, but it wasn't like I was directly lying to him. I just left out a lot of the story. What he didn't know couldn't hurt him. And right now, that statement applied more than ever.

"Caley, what are you doing down here?" Dad asked.

"I said, I was just getting a few books to read because I couldn't sleep," I said.

"She was listening in on the conversation," Fernandez said in his smooth voice. I silently wished I could punch him in the face. Suddenly, he wasn't so cute anymore.

"I was not," I retorted.

"You were," Fernandez said.

"Let's stop arguing for a moment," Sylvia said, breaking up the exchange.

"What should we do?" the man named Jeremiah asked. Everyone looked at my father. I gazed at him, too, standing my ground as he looked warily back at me. My father seemed to be thinking about something.

"I think we should let her stay," Long said. Blackwood glared at him. And then at me. The guy really knew how to hold a grudge.

"Why?" Blackwood asked.

"Because, she is incredibly powerful," Long replied. Now, everyone turned to face the tiny oriental man.

"What?" Blackwood demanded.

I could feel Valenya's violet eyes burning holes in me, but I was too afraid to look at her. It hadn't even been two days since I heard the prophecy she told me. I still hadn't figured it out and I wasn't ready to face her until I did.

"When I shook her hand earlier this evening, I was curious as to how much like her mother she truly is. I performed a simple energy level spell and detected that Caley--although she may or may not be aware of it--holds an incredible arsenal of power," Long explained.

I felt myself grow angry. That's what he had done! What a sneaky little man! He tapped into my energy reserves and I didn't even know it. I dreaded to think if he knew my little secret. But if he did, would he really be inviting me to join the group? One thing was for sure, Long was an even greater threat to Elijah and his crew than we had imagined.

"Well, that shouldn't come as a surprise," Blackwood scoffed.

"What are you getting at?" Sylvia asked, raising an eyebrow. I felt my heart swell momentarily at her defense for me. My own father was standing silently and idly by, not taking part in the conversation at all, although it was quite obvious that he was the leader of the group.

"Well, we all know who Caley's mother was," Blackwood said.

"And we also know who her father is. And he's been the one raising her ever since she found out about magic," Sylvia countered.

I decided now would be a good time to play dumb.

"Wait, hold on. What are you talking about? Am I missing something here?" I asked. They all looked at me, but I only had eyes for my father. Pain flashed across his face and he seemed to be tormented, most definitely by the memories that I was forcing him to relive.

"She has no idea," Sylvia said.

"We've all tried really hard to keep it a secret, but she has a right to know now," Natalia piped in.

"Know what?" I asked.

"You're mother was a double agent for the dark side," Blackwood said. My father closed his eyes, his face paling considerably.

I narrowed my eyes at Blackwood.

"She was a what?" I asked.

"She was traitor. It was because of her we lost," Blackwood said.

I shook my head.

"You're lying," I squeaked.

"Believe what you will. But you're mother was liar and a spy. She fooled all of us into believing her and betrayed us to help the people we were fighting against. If you ask me, she got exactly what she deserved," Blackwood said.

"That's enough," my father said, his voice so quiet, it was amazing that we had heard it at all. He looked up at me, his blue eyes dark and stormy.

"What happened to her?" I asked.

"I think that's something you should ask your father," Blackwood sneered.

"My father," I repeated softly, looking at him.

He had a pained expression on his face and I could only imagine what he was going through. She may have betrayed them, but it was only because she was doing it to protect the very man that couldn't even bring himself to admit to the fact that it was actually he that killed her. She had done everything she did out of love for the man that let her die. And here stood that same man, still not strong enough to bring himself to admit that. It was sickening.

"Caley, why don't you go up to bed? You can talk to your father later," Natalia said, sensing the incredible tension in the room.

"No, I think I'll stay," I said, sitting down in one of the vacant chairs that was directly across from where my father stood.

"She can't--" Blackwood began.

"Just let her," Long interjected. At Long's acceptance, the others agreed to let me stay, as well.

"So, what is this? League of Extraordinary Men?" I asked. "And women," I added, nodding at the women around the table.

"No, it's an organization called the Order of the Light," Long explained.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Do you not pay attention in History?" the woman, Natasha, asked in a heavy Russian accent.

"I pay enough to get by," I replied smoothly.

"Well, then, you must have missed the part about the Order, then," Long said.

"So what is it?" I asked, playing along.

"It's basically a group whose sole purpose is to restore the light in the world of magic. To bring peace among both the magic users and the ordinary human mortals," Long explained.

"So you fight this so-called dark side?" I asked. He nodded. "Over what?" I asked.

"The interpretation of the Trinity of Magic," Long replied. "Do you know what that is?" he asked. I nodded. "Good. And you also know the two interpretations?" he asked.

"Umm, I don't think so," I replied. I did know. I just wanted to hear their side of the story.

"Well, since you know about the Trinity, you know that the three parts are magic, power, and peace. The ancients when they made this Trinity, thought it was very clear as to what it meant. But once the first elected leaders of the Trinity government died, the interpretations were skewed and thus, the two sides came about. One side--our side--believes that magic and power should be exercised in order to initiate peace among all living creatures. That means using magic carefully, not destroying the earth, and most importantly, keeping it a secret from non-magic users. The other side believes that only with magic and power can we have peace. This means that they think magic should be used at all times, for all situations; that since we have such a great power, we shouldn't have to hide it and we should be able to use it freely, to exercise our power over those same living creatures," Long explained.

I pursed my lips. Their explanation matched the one that Elijah and Gerrard had given me. Only thing was, they made Elijah's interpretation seem a lot more harsh. But that was expected. After all, they were against it.

"That seems harsh," I commented, to keep up my good charade.

"It is, which is why our sole purpose is to fight them to keep the peace that is already around," Long replied. I nodded to show understanding.

"So you mean to say that there's going to be another Trinity War?" I asked.

"I'm afraid so. And unfortunately, it is quickly approaching by the looks of it," Long said.

"That's what we're discussing now," Sylvia chimed in.

"Oh," was all I said.

"So what exactly did you hear?" the woman named Riya asked, her almond shaped brown eyes glinting at me in the light from the candles on the table. I wondered why they didn't just turn a light on, but then figured that it might be a ritual of some sort, since the group was called Order of the Light.

"I heard about some person named James Nichols who took the position of another someone named Roberta Isles," I replied.

"Do you know who either of those people are?" Long asked.

"Well, from the sound of it, Roberta was the old VP and now Nichols is the new one," I replied.

"Do you know how that came to be?" Long asked.

"I didn't even know who they were until just now," I said. That was a lie, of course. I had met both of them, had been present in the room as both of them were tortured. I knew of both of their exact locations. But I had to play dumb.

"Well, neither do we, but however it was, it's suspicious," Long said.

"Why?" I asked.

"That's what we were getting ready to discuss," he said. "We have reason to believe that the Nichols that is currently in the position of Vice President is in fact, an imposter," he explained.

"How do we know for sure?" David asked.

"Well, our Department of Ancient Runes found a stone slab on an expedition in Egypt, where some of the earliest magic originated," Long explained. "It's still under the works, but the slab appears to have a sort of truth spell written on it. An exposure spell," he continued.

"I'm pretty sure we have potions for that. And other spells," Riya said.

"We do. But it's easy to get around those. This one is fool proof," Long said.

"How do you know?" my father asked, sitting down in the chair across the table from me.

"The department is still trying to work that out, but as soon as they do, we intend on using the full force of the spell to question all members working in the Government. If Nichols isn't the real Nichols as we suspect, then we don't want to seem obvious if we single him out to question him. So we'll inspect everyone, and say it's a precautionary measure," Long explained.

I felt my mind buzzing with new information. Department of Ancient Runes? The Government had a separate department that went around the world looking for ancient spells? I wondered what other forms of ancient magic there were. I wondered if I could find anything of use in there. I wondered if I could find a counter to the curse that was put on my bloodline.

I felt a dread rising up in the back of my neck.

What if they used it on me?

I pushed the thought to the back of mind and focused on what was going on at the moment.

"Good, good. Work on that," my father said, nodding his head. "Any other news?" he asked, looking around the table.

"Just a few days ago, two campers disappeared while in the woods in Normandy. Police suspect a kidnapping, but we sent a few Mayhem officers out ourselves and they detected traces of magic," Blackwood said.

"You think they were taken by members of the dark side?" my father asked.

"Until we collect more evidence, we aren't saying anything. But it's something to consider," Blackwood said.

"It seems like more and more of these little occurences have been happening," Natalia said, her face grim.

"It's just like before," Christopher said.

"Only, this is just the beginning. I have a feeling this time it's going to be a lot worse than the times before, especially if they have infiltrated the Government," my father said. "Which is why we need to be extra careful and work to maintain our unity. We need to have a strong force on our side because they no doubt will have a powerful one on their side," my father said, glancing at Trey, whose eyes were fixated on the candle burning on the table.

"Especially because they have no boundaries. They're not afraid to stop at nothing. We need to show them that that is wrong," Long added.

"If you've been showing them for all these years, what makes you think they'll listen this time?" I asked, accidentally sounding a little condescending and proud. "I mean, when do you think it'll stop?" I asked, dropping my voice to make it sound more curious than anything else.

"That's what the Order has worked towards since the very beginning. And we'll keep working towards it until we reach it. We can't sit idly by, because what they want to do is wrong," Blackwood said.

A heavy silence fell over everyone and then my father cleared his throat.

"All right. Well, if that's settled, let's converge again in a few weeks," my father said. Everyone muttered in agreement and stood up. Long and Blackwood stood back to talk to my father and everyone else talked in low voices as they walked out to the foyer. I followed the mass of people and was pulled back by Fernandez.

"I didn't mean to rat you out like that. I hope you will forgive me. I was only doing my job," he told me. I gently pulled my arm out from his grasp and forced a smile at him.

"It's all right. No hard feelings," I said.

Except when we meet on the battlefield...I found myself thinking. I blinked, a little shocked by the thought.

"Goodnight, Fernandez," I told him. He smiled and nodded before following his father, David, out the door. The majority of the guests left. Sylvia was staying the night, though. As were Clark and Natasha. Everyone else was leaving.

I started making my way towards the stairs and when I got to the top, I felt a hand grasp my wrist. I turned to face Trey and I pulled a blank expression.

"Look, Caley. I can explain," he said.

"There's nothing to explain, Trey," I replied.

I knew it was hypocritical of me to be angry with him for lying to me, but I couldn't help but feel betrayed and completely hopeless. If both of us were lying to each other, what kind of relationship did we have? Was it purely passionate, sparked by the magical presence between us? Or was it just necessary, a means to achieve what the other needed? Regardless, I felt nothing but disappointment at learning that Trey was in the Order. It meant that eventually, I was going to have to fight against him. And I didn't know if I could do that.

"Yes, there is," Trey said. "I shouldn't have lied to you. I should have told you. But you're father made me promise not to talk to you about all of this," he said. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Wait, my father told you not to tell me?" I asked, surprise and anger bubbling inside of me.

"He said it was best if you didn't know. He was trying to protect you. This is all a really messy and dangerous situation and he didn't want you to get hurt," he said.

"You don't need to defend him," I said.

"You need to understand," Trey said.

"I understand quite a bit, actually," I said. "How long have you been in the Order?" I asked. He was silent. "Trey," I said, fighting to keep my voice level. "How long have you been in the Order for?" I repeated.

"A few months now. Since the beginning of the semester," he said. I pursed my lips. He was more involved than I thought. This day just kept getting worse and worse.

"I'm tired. We'll talk in the morning. I'm going to bed," I said, starting to retreat into my room.

"Good idea," Trey said, starting to follow me.

"Alone, Trey," I said. I felt a pain burn inside of me when I saw his face fall. I reached up instinctively and placed my hand on his cheek. I leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. "I just need to be alone right now," I whispered to him, pulling away. His eyes were sad, but he smiled weakly nonetheless.

"I love you, Caley," he said. I forced a smile.

"I know," I replied. He leaned forward and kissed me again before turning to go into his room. I watched his back disappear into his room and then went into mine, closing the door and sinking to the ground.

I love you, Caley.

His words rang through my mind.

"Just hold onto that, Trey. It's all we have," I whispered into the darkness.

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A/N: Lies, secrets, deceit. Oh, the drama.

This was a tough chapter to write. This Order stuff is going to be tricky. It's also very important to the plot of the book, which is why it's so tough to write. Every detail counts.

I wanted to address something before I give you guys questions to think about. I have been sent many messages and have read several comments about people asking if I have forgotten about the letter that Caley's mom wrote for her. I have no forgotten. That's actually a very crucial detail and I have a specific purpose in mind for it. She will read the letter in the very last chapter of this book, I can tell you that. So no, I have not forgotten. =)

Onto the questions...

Do you think Caley can pull it off? Do you think Long actually thinks that Caley doesn't know anything? Do you think Caley and Trey's relationship will last?

Stay tuned! The story will just get even more interesting as it goes on! Remember, comments are appreciated. Votes are SUPER appreciated.

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