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Clarke leverages herself up onto her elbows, catches a brief glimpse of the erupting chaos – two warriors on Wells, also on the ground, another two disarming Raven as a third lifts her from behind – before a booted foot plants itself between her shoulder blades to force her back down.

That’s all it takes for Clarke to know. The pressure on her back forces the breath from her lungs in a cough, but she croaks out: “Costia, don’t hurt them, please.”

From@entirelytookeen‘sThe White Queen Running