Tris POV

Just yesterday, when I woke up a felt an emptiness inside me. An emptiness only Tobias filled. When I wake today, it is once again filled by him. My heart contracts when I think of his proposal. A year ago, I never even thought I could love someone, be intimate with them. 6 months ago I didn't think I would be alive long enough to do it, I didn't want it. I wanted to die, with my parents. Be done with the pain. Now I can't imagine if my life had gone either of those ways. I needed Tobias this past year, I will need him all of my life. He is my family, my home now.

I feel his lips against my forehead, and I spring to life at his touch. I throw my arms around his neck and pull myself as close as possible to him. I want this, for the rest of my life.

"Good morning, fiancé." He says, his voice groggy.

"Good morning." I smile at his words

"How did you sleep?"

"Way better than I did the night before." I reply.

He looks hurt for a moment, and I know he's thinking about all the things we said and did to each other the past couple of days. We're past that now though. I slide up his body and kiss his lips softly, wrapping one of my legs around his waist, pulling him against me. I hear him groan, and I grin.

"Tris, its 7:00. We have to be in the pit in 30 minutes, if you keep this up we won't make it down there at all today."

I bite my lip at the thought, and finally drag myself off of him, feeling cold where his body was just against me.

"I don't know how I feel about training initiates anymore. I want to stay in bed with you, for however long I please." I pout.

He smiles, getting out of bed making his way towards the bathroom.

"Even if we didn't do this, we're dauntless leaders, once we're done training we get to go to council meetings, have everyone in the compound with an issue come to us and demand we fix it."

He smirks as my frown grows deeper. He disappears into the kitchen, and I hear the coffee maker start.

I get out of bed and sneak into the bathroom to take a shower before him. I blush when I feel hands wrap around my waist, and his lips press against my neck. When his hands touch my center, I'm pretty sure I'm blushing everywhere, I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling extremely shy. His hands find my jaw, and he shakes my head lightly.

"Hey, open your eyes. You don't have to ever shy away from me, Tris."

I slowly open my eyes and immediately bite down on my lip, my cheeks flushing as I watch his hand rub me. Although I might die of embarrassment there is something extremely erotic about this. I push myself back against his growing erection, grinding slowly. After a few minutes, we're nothing but fast breaths, soft sighs. Coming undone at each other's touch. Once we're finished, we wash each other quickly, and dress.

We stand in the pit, when only seconds later the initiates come in. I walk in front of them, looking at all of them. Making eye contact with all of them.

"Alright, today we'll be working with guns and knives. You need to be awake, and alert. We're giving you real guns, they're not toys. One false move and you could shoot yourself, or someone else. Make sure no one is picking up there knives, before you throw yours. We're starting with knives, follow me."

I stand, evaluating everyone, correcting them when it's needed. I smile slightly when I think of when I was an initiate, it was the first day of training when I felt Tobias's hands on the center of my stomach. It's weird to think, that was just a year ago. So much has happened since then. I was innocent, and had no idea of the horrors to come. I shake the thought from my head, and focus back on the initiates.

Once the days is over, I am exhausted. I didn't think training them would take just as much energy, as being the one trained. I'm walking to the cafeteria when I run into two initiates. Brandon, and Kevin I think his name was. Brandon walks in a cocky manner, but when I look to Kevin, he looks nervous. Suspicion fills my body. I step in front of their path, giving them a fake smile.

"Hello, Brandon, Kevin. I think you're headed the wrong way, the cafeteria is the other way." I scan over them, looking for a clue. Though I don't find one.

Brandon steps towards me, and I stiffen, on guard.

"We finished eating, and wanted to do some exploring is all." Brandon smiles, but his eyes flickering back and forth between me, and what's behind me gives him away. I turn around and I see Michelle coming out of a room to my right. It takes a minute for me to register that the room she has come out of, is strictly for dauntless leaders, and a few other trusted dauntless. How did she get access to that room? She doesn't have the key card. I push my hands into my back pocket, searching for mine and I find nothing. I turn to Brandon and Kevin but they're gone. I quickly turn back to Michelle and head straight towards her, and push her back into the room she came out of.

"What do you think you're doing in here?" I snap.

"I- Uh. It was a dare, they thought I was too chicken to steal a key card and go into a an unauthorized room." She squirms as I glare at her.

I notice a manila folder in her bag, and push her against the wall, snatching it out of the bag. I open the folder and I am momentarily confused when I see that it is Eric's death record. I scan the page looking for answers when I find a line that says; executed by: Four. My heart stops, when I put it together in my head. Brandon wanted to know who killed his brother. Why? Is that why he's here? To know exactly whose hands his brother died at. Or maybe something darker, revenge.

I take the slip of paper that says Tobias is the one who killed him, and rip it up. I hand the folder back to Michelle.

"By law I have to show any requested death records, ect to someone who wants to see them. Because you stole my keycard, and snuck into an unauthorized room, as a dauntless leader. I can kick you out, but I won't. Because when you go out there, you're going to tell Brandon, that I didn't find the folder in your bag. When he opens it he's going to ask for the page I just tore up. It never existed. If you tell him different, you're out of dauntless. Got it?"

She nods quickly and exits the room.

When did I turn into someone so cruel? I think back. When I lost almost everyone that I love. I am cruel when I am protecting the one person I love most in my life, and I am oddly okay with that.

I'm not afraid of Brandon, I know Tobias wouldn't be either. But a kid so young, wouldn't snoop around for such things if he's working alone. Someone is working with him. Maybe the rest of Eric's family. I need to tell Tobias. Maybe I'm just being paranoid though, maybe Brandon just wants to know. Maybe he doesn't want revenge.

I walk into the cafeteria letting go of those thoughts, when I see my fiancé smiling, and laughing with all of my friends. I'm just paranoid. Nobody can hurt us anymore.