I don't think twice as I storm into Roman and Nate's room with unexplainable rage without permission. Not giving a single fuck if he's naked or doing anything I'm not supposed to see. I'm beyond furious and he is the only one that can make sense of everything. There are a lot of things I'm still trying to wrap my head around like the fact that he, of all people have been playing me. If anyone knows anything about my parent's death, then it's him. And if it turns out that he actually knows something. Then, I will make sure to return the favor with interest. I'm not stupid enough to think their deaths is just natural, not after what dad told me

His head snaps to my direction. He drops the book he's reading on his bed as soon as I enter, standing up and frowning at me. Well, guess what, buddy? I don't give a damn what you were doing.

"Cami, what's the he-" I interrupt before he finishes his sentence.

"Did you have something to do with my my parents’ death?" I demand with a stoic expression. I'm not here to play games with him.

I hear heavy footsteps behind me. I guess Nate and Jessica followed me. I hope they are not here to stop me because I am getting the truth out of him, with or without their approval.

"Your parents are dead?" Oh Roman, Trying to play dumb, we have all day. "Oh my God! Are you okay?" He takes a step forward in order to comfort me like he's always done, but it's not going to happen today, not this time.

I raise my hand to stop his movements. I'm not sure if the patience left in me can overpower the anger. "Cut the crap, Roman. I know everything." I tell him.

He raises his eyebrow in question. "Know what?"

I close my eyes and seize my breath. My hand is beside me, curled in a tight fist and my shoulder won't stop shaking.

"Don't play coy, Roman. You are not daft." Jessica spit out.

He chuckles, but it doesn't reach his eyes like we're ganging up to play a joke on him or something. Before all this, I thought I knew Roman, I didn't trust him but being in my supposed coven and stuff, I thought he'd watch my back but now I see he's just as bad as they come. His acting isn't getting to me and I should have known he would play the dumb card.

"What is this? Are you guys trying to be funny because I don't understand you." His gaze goes to Nate. "Nate, tell me what's going on?"

Nate looks away from him as he pulls Jessica closer. That's it. I take a threatening step towards him. He doesn't move back. He's waiting, watching what I'm going to do.

"Cami, I don't understand what's going on. You can't just barge into my room and start accusing me of shit–" I cut him off.

"Mind your words, Roman. My parents’ death is not shit," I tell him clearly through gritted teeth.

He scratches the back of his neck and looks guilty. "I'm sorry, you are right. I wasn't thinking when I said that, just tell me what's going on, why are you here?"

"My parents are dead, Roman. They are fucking dead. Do you know anything about this? Did you have anything to do with it?" I repeat my question in a more detailed way.

He raises his eyebrows in question. "Are you insane? What sort of stupid question is that?"

"Just answer the bloody question motherfucker," Nate roars behind me.

Roman looks over my head to Nate. I see his expression changes. He is disappointed that Nate is on my side instead of his, and he is not happy, he looks hurt and betrayed which makes two of us. He looks at me again and read my blank expression and fury stare. He knows I mean this.

He sighs and puts his hands in his pockets. "I have nothing to do with your parents’ death. How can you think so low of me? I don't know anything about what you're talking about. I don't even know who your parents are." He keeps his head down, and won't even make eye contact with me as he speaks, which can only mean one thing; He is guilty of something and his conscience won't allow him to look me in the eyes.

I do the next possible think I can as I throw my head back and laugh, laughter laced with sadness and bitterness, it's either tears or laughing and I'm sure if I cry, I will spend the rest of my life crying. And I'd rather laugh like a psychotic maniac.

"Low of you? How can you think so low of me?" I fire back at him as he furrows his eyebrows, he didn't understand my question. "I know what you did. You followed Professor Holmes to convince my parents that I was a good fit for The Vale because I'm a troubled teenager and you can help me." I stop when I notice his face stricken with recognition and fear.

"I think you are starting to remember. You convinced them to move away from me and asked them to tell everyone that I was dead. The professor even funded my funeral." I say with a laugh that excuse my humor. "You followed me home, you saw how I was when I heard and you never said a thing! Those times you spent pretending to care about me, you never cared, you were just keeping an eye on me, you–' He cut me off by taking my hand in his.

He licks his bottom lip. "You are right, I did all those things but I don't know anything about your parents death. At first I was just following orders but now, it's more than that. Look! I'm sorry I had to do it–"

"Why?!" I scream, Nate and Jessica are behind me now. "What does he have on you?" I can't do anything, all I'm seeing is red, danger red. I'm just too angry.

"Listen to me, this is bigger than me, bigger than any of us. Cami just walk away please, and don't ever mention it again," he warns and for the first time, I see something in Roman's eyes that I've never seen. Fear. Real fear. He is afraid.

I sigh and shake my head. "You have it bad. What's going on, Roman? Let me help you, let's help each other out." I beg. Yeah, I might not know that Roman is an asshole working for the enemy but I know bits about him. He isn't the guy that scare often, in fact the headmaster put him in charge of the students and no one can have that authority unless they're capable of handling themselves and other. That's how I know they have something on him. It's a stupid theory especially since I have nothing prove my point.

He shakes his head. "It's better for you to not know. Walk away while you still can Cami. These people are dangerous. He has eyes everywhere. So listen to me when I see walking away is the best you can do."

"Cami, maybe we should just–" The sound of the door opening interrupts what Jessica is going to say.

"You should have listened to him, girl." I freeze at the sound of that voice. Oh shit, we are dead now. "You should walked away."

Sebastian Holme.

"You!" I point an accusing finger at him after turning around to face him.

"Yes, me." He smirks and takes a step closer. "And did anyone ever tell you that it's rude to point your finger at an elderly person?"

I scoff. "What is this, the dark ages?"

He chuckles like I just said my ultimate joke. "I hoped it wouldn't come to this, I really did. But you know too much already. I'm sorry. You gave me no choice but to do this." He finishes his sentence with a word 'Adrus' and my ears starts ringing.

An unpleasant pain starts to surface in my head, it's like my brain is about to burst and I know it's not only me that he is doing it too, I can hear groans behind me. What is he doing? It's like it's altering our balance and inducing dizziness and nausea.

I don't feel so good, I think I am going to shut my eyes for a little--

That is the last thing my mind picks up before darkness consumes me.

*****

My eyes flutter open, connecting with the old ceiling: the crack concrete and cobweb is evident enough that I'm in an old building. My head ache as I try to look for anything familiar. I don't recognize this place... Wait.... I think I do, the pods, the table, the huge screen, the beeping machine. This was where Arihmatheo took Jessica.

I widen my eyes and move to stand up and instantly fall back on my ass. The heavy restrainst keeping me. I look down at my body to see my hands are in chains and my neck, there is a collar. What am I, a fucking dog?

I try to break free from the chain but it won't budge. "It's no use trying to break out of the chains. They are power damping chains, you can't use your powers as long as you have them on." The familiar sound of Arihmatheo's voice says from the other side of the room.

"Screw you!" I yell at him.