ACT III SCENE LVI
MYRMIDONS
THE NEXT two weeks passed by in a blur of boredom and apprehension. Cassandra and Minho stuck to conversing telepathically because they knew that WICKED was always watching. Surely, they wouldn't be able to listen in on their thoughts as well. Cassandra could just imagine the notes they'd take; the subjects are showing their rebellion by refusing to speak and are communicating solely through telepathy. She scoffed inwardly at the thought.
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Fanfiction⸻ ( Minho ) The gods play their games; mortals pay their price. ( the maze runner ) • 2020 ( editing )