“Look at that,” Wanheda said, over Clarke’s shoulder. “All the suffering you went through, all on your own. It didn’t even occur to them, did it? How hard it must have been for you. They came back and within days they were more than willing to toss you aside to save themselves.”
“Stop it,” Clarke whispered. “It’s not going to work.”
“What are you talking about; it’s already working,” she walked around her, crouching down at eye level and sticking a fingertip under her jaw, tilting her gaze to reach hers. “I win.”
“You won’t.”
“You’re not listening,” she said, sounding bored.
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