Kass Morgan

When I dare to be powerful, to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.

“Is he your boyfriend?” Bellamy pressed.

Bellamy nodded slowly. “I’m sorry.” She started to tremble, and he instinctively pulled her into his arms. For a long moment they just stood there, Bellamy holding Clarke’s shaking form tight against him. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered into her hair.