He'll do anything to save her, no matter the cost.
Writing all 7 seasons (season 7 ends differently in this book)
TRIGGER WARNINGS: SEX, SUICIDE, POSSESSIVE/CONTROLLING BEHAVIOR
"42 of us got out alive," Monty said. "We did what we had to do."
As Monty relived the gruesome past of Mount Weather, everyone sat quietly, letting him speak. Taking it all in. Wondering how four of kids were able to take down the entire mountain.
Analia's father was having the hardest time accepting what his daughter had to do. Believing it. He wondered how she was taking the pain and living with it. Keanu hated himself most of all, for not being there to get her through it.
"You did the right thing," Pike rasped. "Kill or be killed. Mount Weather is ours now?"
Kane shot him a weary glance. "Yeah. We only use it for supplies."
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"Supplies? It's a nuclear hardened underground city."
Kane shook his head. "We established a truce. We need to think about perception."
Pike rose from his crouched position on the ground and walked to Kane. "We need to think about what happens when the Grounders break that truce, because they will."
While the debate pursued, Analia's father walked towards the cave's exit. Analia should've returned by now, and he was growing anxious as more time passed. That's when Monty joined him, kneeling down to the unclothed Azgeda scouts. It didn't take long for Monty and Anali'a father to realize Bellamy and Analia had stripped the scouts and snuck out, all without anyone noticing.
Monty inhaled. "Oh, crap. Bellamy, what are you doing?"
Keanu's jaw clenched, and he turned back to the group. "We need to move. Now."
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Limbs raked through Analia's hair as Bellamy pulled her out of the woods and into the traveling Azgeda army.
Between her oversized Azgeda suit and her whipping hair, she could barely see. Bellamy kept a death grip on her hand, leading her into the crowd of soldiers.
He feared they would notice her unfit suit and loose strands of hair peering through her hood. But he knew Analia's determination would send her on an excursion after Clarke, with or without him.
Bellamy increased his speed. She watched him glance over his shoulder. His signal that they were about to turn towards the direction Clarke was taken too.
War drums played louder. Someone blew the horn. Bellamy took his chance. He steered Analia and himself in the opposite direction, somehow drawing no attention. They slipped into the woods, following the blood trail Clarke and her captor left behind.
