Book Four in the Tugsten Series.
Ranking
🥇 in theark 17/02/2020
🥇 in bellamy 20/05/2021
🥈 in sanctum 05/05/2020
#24 in bellamyblake 2/11/2019
#8 in engineering 02/02/2020
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"You know he'll win."
"And you know I'll fight."
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"Least we're not in cells anymore" I hum, gazing around Sheppard's bright white dining room. Pausing at a strange glass purple vase, I tilt my head curiously. Why... is it so ugly. Who'd gone ahead and decided that was a good idea?
"Echo just decided to try and vengefully mass-murder this entire compound", Clarke voices across the room, arms folded defensively over her chest "Why would they put us under house arrest instead of a cell?"
Picking at the vegetables on her plate, Octavia sighs "Probably because Ave almost made an escape last time."
Clarke's unwarranted-yet totally familiar- gaze locks with mine only to have me airily shrug "Nobody thinks about the air vents."
Passing Echo as she paces nervously with me, I glance over Gabriel's shoulder at the sight of his plate. Piles high with a colorful variety of vegetables, I scoff with a roll of my eyes "Do you ever stop eating?"
"I never thought I'd get Saji Bowls in jail", Gabriel fiddles with the white napkin on his lap "Even you have to admit Catagens got style."
Furrowing my eyebrows, my pacing pauses "I really hope you don't want my honest opinion on that."
"Why not?" Gabriel looks past Octavia to me standing right over her shoulder, pacing back his way "Never stopped you on Penance."
Releasing a disgruntled cry when I smack his head in passing my eyes return to roaming the sophisticated white room. Gazing around I'm getting some serious Mount Weather vibes that are raising hairs on my neck I never knew I had. We'd been 'graciously' offered Cadogan's quarters after Echo's vengeful moment on Machine Level. It's abundantly clear they've kept us here to keep control over the Flame they believe is in Clarke's head. It's a clinical hospitality. A ruse I don't think anyone in this room is buying. I'm certainly not.
The door sliding open with a hiss my pacing leads me around the table. Finding my place beside Clarke I silently watch with my friends as Cadogan enters the room with his expected unit of guards trailing in toe. What is unusual, drawing my attention, is the caveman dressed in frosted pelts. From the way he strides before Catagen I presume he's of a high rank. Ten, perhaps Eleven.
