Lexa knew she was right. Waiting for Clarke’s friend in Mount Weather would be foolish. But the way Clarke had looked when she had said this- her eyes had flickered away like she had betrayed her trust- hurt Lexa more than it should have.
As Clarke excused herself from the meeting, Lexa stared down the man who had practically spit at Clarke. He was angry and ruthless. And he sought to ruin their already precarious peace.
She would follow him after he left, to make sure he did nothing to jeopardize their truce.
She would not let him harm this alliance. She would not let him harm Clarke.