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“You know me. I’m still who I’ve always been.”
“Oh, are you now?” Bellamy’s lips curl into a pointed grin. Clarke’s heart stutters as he steps even closer, his fingers reaching up to graze a blond curl where it falls against her cheek. His voice is low and smooth, the words sliding over her skin like silk. “I see. Princess, then.”
Clarke’s throat goes dry, her eyes flickering between his. She doesn’t— understand this. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, heart hammering behind her ribs. The sun setting on the horizon behind them frames the edges of Bellamy’s hair in warm light, circling his head like a halo, or hellfire.
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Lexa didn't die, and Clarke never came home. Sending her to negotiate with Bellamy is a recipe for disaster.