I've had my fair share of near-death experiences. I can tell you now, that nothing, and I do mean nothing, is as horrifying as Macey McHenry with a curling iron.

Half of her illegal makeup collection could be used as a deadly weapon. The other half could seriously incapacitate someone in seconds. She was using them on my face.

"Macey, why do you insist on dragging me into town with you?"

She smirked, looking a tad bit more devious than she normally did. "Can't say."

I probably should've been worried, but I hadn't slept for days. I'd been on the phone with my over-seas ally. That's all you get to know, because I am not at liberty to divulge in details.

"McHenry, Morgan, hurry up," Bex called from outside the bathroom.

Macey set the curling iron down and pulled me out the door. "Ready!"

Bex looked over at Liz and snickered, as if she knew something. Again, I should've been worried.

This would turn out to be a long day.

I'm not sure what happened between the hours of four and six. After we'd gotten into town, I think I passed out, because I woke up in a cellar. Tied to a chair.

Bex was leaning against the wall, staring back at me. "Okay, Cammie, here's how this is going to work. You answer my questions and I consider letting you out."

"Interrogation? This should be interesting," I muttered. "Ask away."

"Who's Jane," she asked.

"Jane, is a very powerful woman. Now you tell me something. Do Macey and Liz know where I am?"

Bex shook her head. "They won't find us. Now, can you give me a last name?"

"Hm... How about Hannigan? I think Rebecca Hannigan is the perfect name for you," I said.

"That's not what I meant!"

"They're probably looking for us as we speak, you know," I told her.

"I don't care! Tell me who's 'onto you'," Bex snapped.

"Do you really want to know? Let's just say, I've had a bit of a past with Catherine Goode," I replied, leaning as far back as I could go without tipping the chair over.

"You know about her? She's after you?"

I didn't say anything.

"Cammie, we can help you if you let us," Bex promised.

"No! You can't. I am on my own, because I'm fairly sure if I said anything, I'd get arrested."

Bex looked like she was trying to decipher the meaning of my words. "Why would you get arrested?"

Again, I kept quiet.

"Ahh," a voice said from behind Bex. "Miss Baxter, please don't kidnap your peers."

Mr. Solomon walked over and untied my bonds. He gave me a look that said, 'we'll talk later'.

Bex was glaring at the floor.

She would never trust me. Who knows? Maybe she'll actually survive the semester.

Naw. I always won. No one has ever beat me when I wanted something.

As we left, I began to worry. Bex was starting to figure out my secret.