Chapter 8
“Tell me about Finn Collins.”
Lexa handed Bellamy a cup of coffee and sat down on the couch. Anya was leaning on one of the pillars in the room. It was 8 a.m. Lexa had called her first thing in the morning and even if this wasn’t her preferred time of day it was important enough for her to be there.
Bellamy took a sip from his coffee.
“He’s Clarke’s age, reasonably good looking, a business man. Nothing out of the ordinary as far as I can say.”
“What kind of business?”
“Hm?”
“What kind of business is he doing?”
“I have no idea. Something with finances?”
Lexa nodded.
“What else?”
“His parents own a demolition company.”
“Demolition as in explosives?”
Anya came closer and sat down next to him.
“Yes.”
“That’s not such a good thing.”
“No, probably not.”
“What does he do in his free time?”
“I think he’s into sports.”
“Tell me he’s into martial arts and I am out of here.” Anya laughed.
“No, you’re not.” Lexa looked at her sister with an intensity that made Anya frown.
“Calm down, kid. It was only a joke. I get that this has gotten personal for you and I swear we’ll take care of it.” She looked back at Bellamy.
“So what is your suggestion? Talk to him first?”
He nodded. “I guess. But I don’t think I should go there alone. I still have this urge to have my fist connect with his face.”
“I will go with you.” Lexa tried to get up, but Anya grabbed her arm and made her sit down again.
“Like hell you will. You have a bullet wound that needs to heal and with the way you just looked at me Bellamy hitting the guy would be the least of my concerns. I need you to stay where you are and make sure Clarke is safe.”
“Anya …”
“No, Lexa. Only sixth months ago you left the country in an emotional state that I can only describe as ‘unstable’ and as much as I love the fact that you seem to be better now I need you to chill. I need you to stay here and make Clarke feel safe. Can you do that?”
Lexa took a deep breath. She wanted to be out there. She wanted to face the man who had single-handedly made a mess out of Clarke’s life, but deep inside she new Anya was right.
“So, what’s the plan?”
“I will send Bell and Nyko to deal with Finn. You and Clarke will stay here. Make sure Clarke’s friends know what is happening.” She looked at Bellamy. “Have you told your sister yet?”
“No. I don’t think it is my story to tell.”
Anya nodded. “You’re probably right.”
She got up and Bellamy followed. Lexa stayed on the couch.
“Call me later, will you?”
Bell looked at her before closing the door.
“Sure thing.”
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“Lexa?”
Lexa jumped up and stared at Clarke who was standing in front of her wearing Lexa’s shirt. She blinked a few times.
“I am sorry, I must have fallen asleep. What time is it?”
“It’s almost ten.”
“Okay.” She sat back down, one hand on her stomach, frowning a little.
“The stitches?”
“Well, I got up a little fast.” She smiled at Clarke’s worried look. “It’s okay. I am fine.”
Clarke sat down next to her.
“When did you get up?”
“Around seven.”
“Couldn’t sleep?”
“I wanted to update Anya and Bell. They were here at eight.”
“They were here?”
“You were still asleep.”
Clarke yawned. “I guess I was. Thank you by the way.”
“For what?”
“For letting me crash here. … and for staying with me.”
“There is no need to thank me, Clarke.”
“But I want to. We’ve hardly known each other for two weeks and here I am, a crying mess with lots of baggage taking over your life and you are so fucking patient.”
Lexa smiled. “We all have baggage.”
“Yes, but mine is the violent type.”
“Hm.”
Clarke leaned back on the couch.
“I should probably tell Octavia and Raven.”
“Yes.”
“So what is Anya’s plan?”
“Bell and Nyko will talk to Finn. You are going to stay here.”
“And is that alright with you? I mean, this is your apartment after all.”
Lexa laughed a little. “It is fine, Clarke.” She got up. “How about you take a shower and I make some breakfast? You can call Octavia and Raven later and ask them to come over.”
“It’s a little weird to invite them over here.”
“Is it? It’s a perfectly good apartment.” Lexa was grinning now and without thinking Clarke threw a pillow at her. Lexa caught it and took it with her to the kitchen. Clarke couldn’t help but smile.