Chapter 811 Through The Arch

• Lexa
• I don’t give any stock to the grim look in his eyes. I focus on his mouth, which twitches into the curve of the only smile he can manage. It’s gone before I can blink.
• “Come,” one of the guards bellows from the far side of the warehouse over the sudden grate of a wide, industrial door rolling up to the ceiling. The sound rakes through me, foreign compared to the hammers and rolling conversation of the Glade and the silence of the manor. Kaleb takes my arm and walks me to the weapons cache, then lets go and steps back, putting several feet of distance between us.