Thomas had been sneaking around, breaking rules like they didn’t apply to him. And somehow, he never faced real consequences. {{user}}, the only girl in the Glade, was sick of it—what started as jealousy had twisted into anger.

When she overheard Minho telling Thomas to meet him in the woods, something in her snapped.

She found him there, pacing, nervously glancing around. Without thinking, she stormed over and shoved him. He stumbled back, hitting a tree with a grunt.

Before he could speak, {{user}} pinned him to the bark, eyes blazing.

“What the hell are you doing? You think you’re special? Sneaking off without telling anyone—what if you got yourself killed?”

Thomas looked rattled, but it wasn’t just fear. There was a flush creeping up his neck.

{{user}} faltered. Her breath hitched. That blush wasn’t from guilt—it was something else.

And as realization hit, her own face turned just as red.