Wanplei Nou Laik Eno (4 / 5)
Clarke’s eyes grow wide for a split second before they narrow. She twists her arm out of Lexa’s grasp with a cold indifference. The chatter in her head is louder than she remembers, louder with the emotions roiling through her. She steps even closer to Clarke and backs her against the wall. She can’t make sense of what’s happening inside her head or with the girl in front of her. The one who looked at her so openly only moments ago.
The one who is too good at hiding her truth.
“We don’t have time for this, Lexa,” Clarke states, not breaking her gaze and not backing down from Lexa’s anger.
As if on cue, Indra steps back out from the room all of the advisors and delegates filed into and looks up at her. “Heda.”
“We’re not done with this.” Clarke does blink then, a small reaction to the venom Lexa allows to seep into her voice. How easily her heart and her head have fallen back into the pattern, the worn routine of warring with each other when it comes to Clarke Griffin.
“Of course not, Heda.” Clarke lets Lexa’s title drag on her tongue, between her teeth. Venom all her own. She leaves Lexa alone in the hallway trying to still the noise in her head and the ache in her heart.
There is much to be done.
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