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wolves.”
    He laughed, and the sound grated
on my nerves, but I did not allow myself to show emotion. I would not give him
the satisfaction.
    “I would hardly call young Martin
a wolf. Would you?”
    His words held a double meaning,
and it took every ounce of strength to keep myself from charging forward and
strangling the life from his evil body. If I could make it that close to him.
Harvey knew what had happened to Jack, for there was little that he did not
know when it came to the Phantoms.
    “You know who have found me, you
knew when you left me.”
    He smiled, and I wanted to slap
it from his bearded face. “I have warned you before, but you never heed my
words. Without my protection, you are helpless, prey to all the beasts that
want to do you harm.”
    “We move away from the point, do
not you think?”
    His eyes flashed his displeasure
at my not following his tangent. One would think that he would have grown used
to my not following his whims, but still he held out hope that he could bend me
to his will. That would never happen.
    “What point is this that you
speak of, Guinevere?”
    The back and forth between us was
growing tedious, and my cape was beginning to chafe me. The cape was another
one of Harvey’s rulings, one that I agreed to due to the air of mystery that it
lent me. Now that the Phantoms knew who I was, the mystery was gone. At least
the mystery of the white phantom, and while I played that part well, I was
ready to be myself again.
    “What is the next step, General?
Where do we go from here, for you cannot mean to remain so close to
Washington?” General Harvey was now known to the Phantoms just as I was. He was
no longer the mysterious secret leader of the Holy Order of Levitas .
He relinquished that right when he had me capture Bess Martin, and he revealed
his identity to her.
    There was a deep game afoot, and
it chafed me that the general used me like a puppet on a string, but I needed
him. He offered protection, and I was not naive, I knew that without his
covering I would be dead. My life was full of secrets, secrets from the past
that I tried not to think about, but was daily reminded of. My life was one
large tangled web of lies and deceit.
    Jack never could understand why I
kept going back to the general, but Jack could have led a normal life, if my
past faults had not gotten him killed.
    Swallowing the lump in my throat
and forcing Jack from my mind, I focused on the enemy before me.
    “I am afraid that it is not that
simple. There have been some ... setbacks,” Harvey said.
    My heart did a little dance, and
I felt a chill start to creep up my spine and arms. “Setbacks? What manner of setbacks?”
    Harvey looked away, and I became
aware of who the others in the room were. They pulled off their hoods and four
of the twelve heads of the Holy Order watched me. The twelve were never called
upon unless something terrible had occurred.
    “What have you done?” I demanded,
taking a step forward.
    Harvey’s eyes snapped back to
mine as his jaw hardened. “You forget yourself.”
    “I do not! You forget yourself,
and your role. Where is my sister?” My hands were clenched tight at my sides,
my nails digging into my palms.
    It seemed like an eternity as I
waited for Harvey to speak. He took his time, eyeing me dispassionately. He
looked away again, and dread covered my body.
    “She was taken while we were in
Charleston.”
    There could be only one meaning
behind those words, and I felt the old fear creeping in. Chills covered my arms
that were no longer warm under the cape. My body was shaking with panic.
    “Who?” I whispered, needing to
hear him say it. Harvey shook his head, and that small gesture snapped my panic
into wrath. “Liar!”
    The other people in the room
either cringed or jumped, and it added a kind of wicked pleasure to my wrath. That
I, a girl of eighteen, could frighten them.
    Harvey rose, trying to intimidate
me into submission. He would try to get me to believe