- We were both sitting on Emory's bed, and I was studying the contents of the folder. There was so much info in it. From the stuff she’d told me to the details of the other girls in the Order of The Red Gate. She knew everything about them. Even the favorite color of their underwear. I thinned my lips. Did I even want to know how she’d gathered all that information?
- Going through the pages, I stopped on one particular girl. Tyra. Tyra Andersen, twenty years old, daughter of a big conglomerate owner. Had a sister that died at the age of twelve. After that, as Tyra’s father started losing focus, she joined the Order and saved her family’s fortune.
- Just like Jude had told me—they supported each other here. And he supported me. My limbs stilled in utter appreciation, and my lips twisted up. He’d always been on my side, ever since I could remember. Like an inseparable part of my life.