"I did but I'm not sure what I'll find at my home." The more she thought about it the more small slivers of what felt like truth slipped into her thoughts. "My mother is away. For her art or something." It was hard to remember. How long had she been living in Wayward Pines?
Clary's face scrunched up, wrinkling her nose before flashing Randel a smile.
"Besides. I like to keep an air of mystery." She waved a hand, while a small theatrical tone seeped into her voice. She wasn't that confident but sarcasm could hide anything.
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"I did but I'm not sure what I'll find at my home." The more she thought about it the more small slivers of what felt like truth slipped into her thoughts. "My mother is away. For her art or something." It was hard to remember. How long had she been living in Wayward Pines?
Clary's face scrunched up, wrinkling her nose before flashing Randel a smile.
"Besides. I like to keep an air of mystery." She waved a hand, while a small theatrical tone seeped into her voice. She wasn't that confident but sarcasm could hide anything.