The ropes around her wrists were tight, digging into her skin as she sat inside of the drop ship in sky people’s camp. The firelight flickered just beyond the door, casting shadows across the faces of those who had captured her. But her focus was on him.

Bellamy Blake stood just in front of her, arms crossed, jaw clenched. He looked at her like she was a problem he didn’t know how to solve.

“Who are you,” he said, voice edged with frustration. “What were you doing around our camp?”

She didn’t respond, just held his gaze with quiet defiance.

Bellamy exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. He didn’t like this—having a grounder locked up, unsure if she was a threat or just another pawn in whatever war they were caught in.

His people wanted answers. They wanted to know if she was alone, if an attack was coming. But looking at her now, he wasn’t sure what to believe.

She wasn’t afraid. That much was clear. And that was what unsettled him the most.