Chapter 272

• Lexa
• "You need to fix this," I said, pacing the length of Mom's private sitting room, my heels clicking sharp against the marble. "Priya's been asking questions. Half the lab has started whispering about the formula's origin, and I don't have answers because you never gave me any in the first place."
• "Lower your voice," Merida snapped, sharper than I'd heard her in months. "You think whispers in a lab are the biggest problem I'm managing right now?"