Zelia woke up from the Glade without her memories from her past - only her name she knows.
What will happen to her? Is she's willing to give up everything? Will she face all of her challenges?
"Why did you do that? I thought you hate me since day 1...
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A week has passed since Minho returned to the Glade. Of course, everyone felt happy because there was no need to overthink every night how the man was doing because of the guilt they really felt after knowing what really happened. Someone also come to them, his name is Enrique. He only arrived yesterday, but he adapted quickly inside the Glade.
Within a week, Minho hadn't been able to run inside the Maze again because Alby had banned him from running for a month. Surprisingly, the former Keeper did not complain, and he himself said that he would let Ben be the Keeper of the Runners first. This count will only start once he's out of the Slammers.
Alby also told him that Minho will stay for three weeks inside the Slammers. He was going to complain, but the leader said that he didn't follow through on their talk or deal, so he needs to be punished, twice. The young man just let it go and agreed. He knows Alby, he might spend more time in jail like.
If you ask him about that specific person, he has never talked to her since he came back. He wanted to believe that she was always waiting for him to come back, but from what he could see right now, it seemed very impossible.
Since he's at the Slammers every day, he can see where the Armoury and Reign are. As much as possible, when the Keeper of the Defense is there, Minho just closes his eyes, don't want to caught him staring at her. Or maybe he's just fooling himself because there's a time he's surprised to himself that he's been staring at the girl for a long time.
He is at the Slammers right now—he's still not allowed to go out as punishment—with his back against the wall. The lunch is done; that's why he saw Zelia again, teaching. It's obvious from her face that she loves what she's doing because Minho can see how she smiles every few minutes. Her hair was braided so the young man could see the girl's face. He admitted it that she's beautiful.
"You're staring."
Minho jolted, snapping his eyes away from Zelia’s direction. He saw Newt sitting in front of him while grinning at him.
"Bloody hell, Minho," Newt said, his grin only widening as Minho tried to recover. "I thought you were supposed to be the best at hiding your tracks. Guess not when it comes to Zelia."
"Slim it," Minho muttered, trying his best to act natural. "I wasn't staring. I was...listening to her. You know...trying to learn too."
Newt raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Uh-huh, right. If you really listening to her, what she says about the crossbow?"
Minho shot him a look, though it lacked its usual bite. The man couldn't speak so the second-in-command just shook his head and laughed softly.
"Can't say anything because I'm right," Newt said with a mix of teasing in his voice.
