“Okay, sure.” She could sneak extra rations on her way out of camp, no problem. The tricky part was getting away without the guard, her friends, or Bellamy detaining her. Octavia watched his retreat into the dark shadows of his hideaway a moment before going her own way.
He waited for as long as he could before Lincoln found himself heading back towards her. After the time they’d already spent apart, every extra second was torture.
“Took your time.” He said with a smile as he saw her, she’d only just left camp.