Sequel to Free to Live, Free to Love! Believing Bellamy and her friends to be dead, Kat is drowning in a sea of pain and grief. On top of everything, if she wants to escape from Mt. Weather she's going to need to trust Clarke, who she's still pissed with. "I'll make it up to you," Clarke promised, her blue eyes determined. "I'll help you escape and prove Bellamy is still alive."

"Blake?" She asked tentatively. He looked up and she gasped at the burning look he gave her as he slowly stalked forward. Breathless, she backed up until she was pinned against a tree, their bodies barely touching. "What-" "Shut up Kitten," he growled, fisting a hand in her black hair. "Just shut up," he murmured again, lowering his head and capturing her lips in a desperate kiss.

Out of my head, evil angel, with your wicked schemes and empty bed, you fall asleep on a broken whim, and now we're all just born to sin, but I lay awake, our dreams too sweet, too tall, I never forget what you said to me, "even the stars have to fall."