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“Not so eager to join the party, Princess?” a voice drawled beside her.
She turned to find Bellamy Blake watching her, a lazy, almost mocking smile on his face. He’d stripped off the guard’s jacket, revealing a simple gray shirt that clung to his frame. He was lean and muscular, with the easy grace of a predator.
“I’m not your princess,” Clarke said, her voice cold.
“Could’ve fooled me,” he retorted, his eyes sweeping over her clean, well-fitting clothes. “You’ve got ‘Council family’ written all over you. Probably never worked a hard day in your life.”
“And you?” she shot back, gesturing to his stolen uniform. “What does that say about you? That you’re a thief who likes to play dress-up?”
His smile vanished, replaced by a flash of anger. “I’m a survivor, Princess. Something you might want to learn to be if you plan on lasting down here.” He pushed past her, deliberately bumping her shoulder as he descended the ramp. “Enjoy the view.”
Clarke watched him go, a knot of irritation tightening in her stomach. He was arrogant, abrasive, and clearly used to getting his way through intimidation. He was everything she despised.
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- Part 2 of Bellarke (BellamyxClarke)