"Do I look like Clarke to you?" The girl, who when looking at her face I can tell definitely is not Clarke, says with her words dripping sarcasm.
"Wait. Don't answer that. Why is that always my comeback? You'd think I would have something else by now. You know what? It's official: I am dying my hair red. I'm so sick of people getting us mixed up." She rambles on while gesturing with her hands wildly.
Finally when she stops to catch her breath I speak up. "Who the heck are you?"
"Did Lincoln not tell you? Figures." She pulls off the backpack that she had slung on her left shoulder. She gives me an irritated look and raises her right eyebrow slowly. "So, are you going to let me in or what?"
"You still haven't told me who you are and I don't make a habit of letting people I don't know into my house." I say towering over her and sneering.
"That is smart but I really don't have time for this." She reaches forward so fast that I can't even react. She slams her hands into my chest and I stumble backwards. Before I can steady myself she is already inside and the door is closed. I get ready to yell at her but Lincoln steps towards her. He has a smile on his lips and I can tell he's trying not to laugh.
"How could you not tell him that I was coming?" The girl whose name I still don't know turns her anger on Lincoln.
"Hey, I was going to. It's not my fault that you're early." He laughs while holding his hands up.
"I should have just killed you when I had the chance." She grumbles while kicking off her shoes. She drops her bag next to her red boots and sinks into the recliner.
"Who are you?" I ask again. I have never felt so confused in my life.
"Sorry. This is Glass. She's my friend." Lincoln says giving me a sympathetic look.
"Friend? Is that what we are now?" Glass smirks and it hits me again how much she looks like Clarke. "More like I'm the snitch that feeds him.
"That's another way to put it." Lincoln takes a seat on the couch and motions for me to take a seat too. "She is the one who will help us get you inside."
"I thought that I could just use Nyko."
"Ha! Nyko? Figures Clarke would fall for an idiot." Glass laughs and when she sees my annoyed face she goes on. "Nyko is a nobody. He is just playing house compared to my family. He's only around because my uncle was smart enough to keep the local talent around. Nyko's little club is keeping the authorities distracted."
"You're part of the Opal mob?" I lean forward in my seat. What she said about Nyko does make sense.
"No." She says and my heart sinks. "I was, but that was years ago."
"You got out and you're still alive?" I ask feeling a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe I will be able to get Clarke out.
"Yes, I got out and no I'm not still alive. They think I was killed four years ago." She has a sad look in her eyes and I can tell it's not as simple as she is putting it.
"What happened?" I ask.
"None of your business. Now Lincoln tells me that you plan to do something stupid. My job is to make sure you don't die or at least try to keep it from happening. So I need you to promise that you will follow my every word or I'll drop you in the tank of piranhas, got it?"
I nod my head.
"Good. First, tell me what you had in mind." She waves her hand out in front of her to motion that it's my turn to speak.
It hits me that I really have no idea what I was going to do.
"I was going to go get her and run." I say not looking at her.
"What? Are you freaking kidding me? I was just going to go get her and run." She says mocking me. "You don't just walk into the Opal mob and leave. It's for life. Trust me; the only way out so far is death and that's never pretty." She pulls off her beanie and I see a scar on the side of her face that I hadn't noticed earlier. She pushes her hair over it when she sees that I'm looking at it.
"Sorry." I say with true sympathy.
"Don't be. It was a small price to pay. Clarke and you will have to pay a lot more. They aren't going to give up their precious princess that easily. And from the sound of it they already have reason to not trust her. I assure you that she's in lockdown."
"Do you really think so?" Lincoln cuts in. His face is etched with worry.
"Definitely." Glass nods her head.
"What does that mean?" I ask knowing that it's not like when Atom's mom grounded him for getting caught drinking when we were 15.
"It means that it'll be nearly impossible to get to her let alone pull her out." Glass says in a sober voice.
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