‘ like hell you are. that’s suicide, goin’ out there by yourself. ‘ mason reached a hand out, coiling his digits around ara’s bicep to hold her in place, but not tight enough to hurt her. ‘ you want to throw a temper tantrum, fine. but do it somewhere in the camp, not outside th’ gates. ‘
❛ you wanna play hero, mason, then fine, play hero. but don't play it with the girl who NO ONE cares whether or not she comes back. go save someone worth saving. --------------- let go of my arm, mason. ❜













