After being captured by a hostile clan, you and Clarke realize the only way to survive is to appear united—closer than friends, closer than allies

The warriors drag you both into their camp, weapons raised. Clarke squeezes your hand suddenly, whispering so only you can hear: “Just… follow my lead. Don’t let go.”

When their leader sneers and demands to know why the two of you were trespassing, Clarke steps forward. “Because we’re together,” she says firmly, her grip tightening on yours. “Hurt one of us, and you’ll have to deal with the other.”