Clarke hunched lower, and watched the figure from her vantage point behind a tree.
He—she was sure her visitor was male—held his hand over the firepit but he’d find it cold because she hadn’t yet lit a fire this day.
He examined the area near the firepit where she had slept the night before and she knew he was trying to determine how long ago she’d been there.
She scanned the area behind him and listened, though if he hadn’t come alone, chances were she wouldn’t have known. If Grounders didn’t want to be seen, they weren’t.
She waited until he was nearly on top of her, within reach, and then she moved quickly and grabbed his wrist. She pulled with the same motion and he stumbled, surprised.
She had her knife to his throat as he sank to his knees, his wrist still in her grip.
He tried to jerk his arm away but she jerked it right back. “
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