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Amara POV

"Why did you do that? I had everything perfectly under control!" I hissed, staring in horror at the blood seeping into the carpet.

Peter didn't say a word, just advanced towards me.
Just as it seemed he would barrel right through me he stopped and turned slightly, kicking Theo over.

Theo's bloodied hand gripped a knife.

"What the hell?" I breathed, bending down to examine the weapon.
This wasn't your regular kitchen knife. This was a killer's knife.

I picked it up, flipping the thing over. Words were engraved on the handle.
Latin, I realized with a start.
"sit hoc ferrum sepultus est in cordibus omnium, qui currere,"

My mind tried to recall that year of Latin I had taken.
"this... iron? Yes. This iron is buried in... in the heart of all who... who run." I whispered, wiping the blade on Theo's shirt and staring intently at his face.
"He was with the HH all along." I breathed, looking up at Peter.

He shook his head.
"No. The HH would never act with such manipulative ways, he would have just stabbed you girls the heart the moment he found you."

His voice was quiet and husky and I felt a shiver run up my spine.

"Than why would he do this? And how was he so many steps ahead?"

Peter squatted down next to me, throwing a nearby blanket over Theo's half-naked body.
"I don't know, but something is up. There has an epidemic of Liberty for the Bounded agents and civilians dying of mysterious circumstances... what if it was him?"

I scoffed, still speaking in hushed tones.
"Please, one man can't be everywhere. Plus, we was otherwise occupied. There's another group out there, Peter. Someone who really doesn't like your little secret rebellion."

He glanced at me. "Technically you're part of 'my secret rebellion' as well."

I shushed him.
Silence filled the room.

I got to my feet and stumbled backwards. "I should be going, we can't be found here..."

Peter was on his feet, blocking the doorway in a split second.
The look he gave me was so intense I could barely breath.
My gaze held him, the air thick with tension.

"We're not leaving that way." He said quietly, walking over to the window and throwing it open.
There was no moon in the sky tonight, and the only lights on the college were dim, and some ways away.

I looked down and gulped.
"I know I climbed up here and all, but I'm not quite— ahhhhhh!!!"

Peter had knocked the screen from the window, grabbed me by the waist and leapt out, what looked like a grappling hook in his hand.

I clamped my mouth closed as he quickly descended down the walls.

As soon as I was on the ground I took my chance, pushing him away, kicking behind his knee, and sprinting for the bushes where I had left my "borrowed" motorcycle.
I yanked it out of the bush, not even bothering to start it before reaching to turn on the engine.

But a hand on my wrist stopped me.
"You're not getting away from me again." Peter growled.
I forced a chuckle, coughing.
"I-I don't know what you me—"

I was cut off when he yanked the handkerchief covering the bottom half of my face down, his arm wrapping around my waist and mouth finding mine.

I melted into the kiss, moaning softly as my arms wrapped around his neck.
My body knew it had wanted this for a very, very long time.
I deepened the kiss, eyes tightly shut as I pressed against Peter's hard chest.