At lunch, the twins usually sat at different tables. Cam hung with her Six Pack squad; Alex ate with Dylan and the slacker-boarder-rapper crew. They were halfway through lunch when the message came.

Cam got it garbled, muffled, nothing but a menacing murmur.

She quickly looked over at Alex - before the migraine came. Her head got suddenly heavy, as it did when she felt a vision coming on, but she could still focus. What she saw was her sister glaring around the cafeteria, trying to find the culprit who had just threatened them.

What did you hear? Cam desperately telegraphed Alex.

Hold on. Wait, her twin sent back, her gray eyes still searching the funky premises. The art-class friendship and diversity murals, stainless steel steam tables, and wall of corporately sponsored soda and snack vending machines.

Cam decided to scope out the lunchroom too. And saw nothing special. Just the usual suspects slouching in molded plastic chairs, chowing tray cuisine at neon-bright tables, their humongous backpacks at their heels. And the teachers, of course, laid back against the walls or cruising the aisles like prison trustees on a cushy assignment. And, alone at a table in the corner, the school's rarely spotted new maintenance man, Mr. Golem.

A commotion at her table called Cam's attention home. Bree was pushing away from the table, screecing, "Don't shpritz my cashmere!" Hand over her mouth, Kristen was cracking up. Beth was gathering napkis, trying to mop up the mess on the table. And Amanda was gently patting Sukari's back. The girl had choked on her soft drink and was coughing and spraying carbonated slush from her nose.

Cam's mind was becoming cloudy. Willing herself to stay alert, she turned back to Alex, a couple of tables away. You did hear something, didn't you? she asked again.

It was him. Her sister finally, silently spilled it. Scythe sucker, the freak from the premiere.

The Witch Hunter? Cam asked.

Or someone who shares his anti-us obsession.

"Oh, no, I think he saw you!"

For a moment, Cam thought the last line came from Alex. But it was Amanda. When Cam turned to her questioningly, Amanda laughed. "Sukari's crushed out on Mr. Spenser. All he has to do is glance her way and she can't remember which way is swallow and which way is spew."

Mr. Spenser was the AP science teacher. And Sukari was acing his advanced placement course.

"Manda!" It was Sukari, somewhat recovered but still dabbling at her nose with a Beth-given napkin. "It has nothing to do with crushes. The guy is old enough to be my father. He's just.I don't know. Intense. I get nervous around him is all."

"He is kind of intense," Amanda said, eyeing the teacher in question.or rather, his back as he ambled out of the lunchroom.

"Well, he's no Brice Stanley." Bree had been bringing all convo back to the premiere since the gala event.

"Excuse me, can I talk to you for a minute?" Alex's sudden appearance at the Six Pack table and the impatient tone of her voice was an instant conversation killer.

"How'd you tear yourself away from slacker central?" Kristen ventured.

Alex silenced her with a look. "Camryn," she said.

Cam, for once, was happy to get away from the Six Pack dish. She got up and followed Alex over to the vending machines.

"Can you believe it?" Cam said. "He's here! The Witch Hunter is in our school."

And I heard him. I heard something, Cam thought, but wasn't sure.

Alex had read her mind - much more clearly than Cam had been able to read the Witch Hunter's.

"Did you also smell him? I did," Alex asserted, "and either his scent and sending range are awesome or he was somewhere around the cafeteria."

Shocked and trembling, Cam asked again, "What did he say?"

"He said," Alex answered, "I see the three of you. I know who you are. I know what you are. And soon, everyone will know."

"The three of us?" Cam said. "Who is he talking about?"

"Yo," Alex shot back. "It's not just who he's talking about. It's who's doing the talking."