✓ 2. SHADOW HUNTER ᵇᵉˡˡᵃᵐʸ ᵇˡᵃᵏᵉ

*25. dance of desire*

‼️*smut warning*‼️

-DANCE OF DESIRE-
"I could never take you down, not because you wouldn't let me, but because the moment our eyes met, I knew I couldn't."

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After Sairah convinced Clarke to let her take the Flame and end Alie once and for all, it took the blonde a moment longer to fully agree. Eventually, Clarke relented, and Bellamy stormed out of the throne room with a frustrated sigh.

Now, Sairah watches as Clarke works to remove the remnants of the chip from Abby's neck, desperate to bring her mother back. Sairah sits on the ground next to Ontari's limp body, her gaze distant, contemplating the enormity of what she's signed up for. Thoughts whirl through her mind, each more troubling than the last.

What if her blood is merely black without the true qualities of a real Nightblood? What if the moment she places the Flame within herself, it fights against her and eventually kills her?

What if she's not the chosen one?

A sudden gasp snaps her attention back to Clarke and Abby. Abby's eyes flutter open as she lies in her daughter's lap. Sairah's eyes widen in relief, knowing Abby is finally free from the chip and back to her normal self.

"Clarke?" Abby mutters in disbelief, looking up at her daughter.

"Yeah..." Clarke laughs, tears of relief streaming down her face. "You're okay, you're okay."

The blonde helps her mom sit up. Abby's eyes shift to Ontari's motionless form on the ground beside Sairah, then to Sairah herself. Sairah gives her a tight-lipped smile. "Welcome back, Abby of the Sky People."

Abby smiles at the girl, her eyes scanning Sairah's body to ensure she isn't seriously hurt. Her gaze catches on two black blood stains on Sairah's shirt, and her eyes widen in surprise. "You're bleeding," she mutters, taken aback by the color of the blood. She distinctly remembers Sairah having red blood before.

Sairah's brows furrow as she looks down to find two dark stains seeping through her shirt. Her stitches must have reopened when one of Alie's people kicked her. Without hesitation, she quickly removes her shirt, unfazed by being in just her bra in front of Abby and Clarke.

Sairah sighs, inspecting the reopened stitches and the blood oozing from the wounds. "Shit," she breathes out.

"What happened?" Abby asks, approaching with Clarke close behind. The two crouch down next to Sairah, examining the wounds. "Where did you get these from?" Abby gently touches the skin around the wounds, doing her best to ignore the myriad of battle scars marking Sairah's pale skin, each with a dark story behind it.

"I was shot," Sairah simply states, then looks up at Abby. "Could you—"

"Of course," Abby interrupts with a smile. Over time, she has come to care deeply for the girl in front of her, almost like her own daughter. Sairah had spent three months helping the people in Arkadia, and though Abby never formally thanked her, their bond grew stronger, especially in the last few days under Pike's chancellorship, when real conversations were scarce. "I'll grab my kit," Abby mutters, pushing away the image of the man who started all of this.

Sairah gives Abby a thankful nod, watching as she gets up and walks toward a nearby table. Sairah's gaze shifts to Clarke, who is also watching her mother with teary eyes. "She's back, Clarke," Sairah says with a smile. "You did that."

Clarke shakes her head, wiping away a tear as she reaches out to grab Sairah's hand, giving it a small squeeze. "Sairah—"

Sairah shakes her head, knowing exactly what Clarke is about to say. "Don't, Clarke," she sighs. "I know what I signed up for, and I'm ready to face the consequences, if there's even a small possibility of getting rid of Alie. I have to free my people." Sairah looks up at her, their gazes connecting. "That includes yours," she adds after a moment.