Tris' POV

I watch Marlene storm from the room, and the door swings shut behind her. Eric stands in the corner, his eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. Four sits opposite me, his posture stiff, his shirt clinging to his chest, showing just how muscular he really is. Only then do I notice his hair; cut short in a style I know all too well. Only the Abnegation cut their hair so short.

I am aware of voices around me, growing quieter as I venture deeper into my thoughts. Every puzzle piece, every bit of information, is starting to come together in my mind. I don't know how I didn't come to the realisation sooner; he knows too much about the Abnegation to have come from any other faction.

"Tris?"

The sound of my name pulls me back to the present. Christina is looking at me with an odd expression on her face. She quirks a brow, a smile playing on her lips.

"What are you thinking about?"

I shake my head. "Nothing," I say, feigning innocence. For a moment, I think she's picked up on my lie, but then she shrugs her shoulders and turns back to Will. I sigh in relief.

I remember something that I learnt in Faction History; Eric Coulter is the youngest member of Dauntless to officially complete the leader-in-training programme. He transferred to Dauntless two years before me. I remember something that Four told me; he and Eric were in the same initiate class – the year that Four ranked first.

Since my father was a member of the council, my mother, Caleb and I were expected to attend the Choosing Ceremony every year along with my father and Marcus.

Marcus.

Marcus had a son.

I remember my father's words. "It said that Marcus' violence and cruelty toward his son is the reason his son chose Dauntless instead of Abnegation."

Marcus Eaton. Tobias Eaton.

My eyes widen involuntarily. I didn't know Tobias – Marcus rarely brought him to social events and never brought him to our house for dinner when he came.

"Tris, Candor or Dauntless?"

I look up to see Uriah frowning at me, a solemn expression on his face. His eyebrows are knitted together, and he picks at his nails subconsciously.

"Candor."

He cracks his knuckles as he thinks, his gaze centred straight ahead at nothing in particular. "Who have you fantasised about in this room?" I hear a hint of bitterness in his voice.

My eyes find Four; he is staring at me intensely, his lips pressed together in a line. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, I look away, unable to match the intensity of his gaze.

"What, everyone?" I ask. I already know the answer, but I need more time to think.

Uriah answers instantly. "Yes."

I nod. I fight the urge to curl up into a ball and hide away from everyone and everything. "I wouldn't really call it a fantasy," I say, pausing to choose my words carefully. "I've had thoughts, but I haven't particularly fantasised about anybody."

Uriah looks at me questioningly. "Well, who have you 'had thoughts' about, then?"

I run a hand through my hair. "Tob – Four."

Christina's lips part in surprise. "Four? You've fantasised about Four?"

I can feel the heat creeping up my neck. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Four glaring at me. His hands tighten around the arms of the chair, his knuckles whitening as the skin stretches impossibly tighter. His expression darkens, but I can see a hint of vulnerability behind his eyes. He tries to hide it, bit it's already too late. I understand the struggle of hiding your true emotions – I grew up in Abnegation. It was considered self-indulgent to be the centre of attention.

I am pulled from my daze at the sound of a door slamming shut. To my dismay, I notice that Four is no longer in the room.

A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated for a while, but hopefully this makes up for it.

I felt that Tris needed to come to the realisation that Four was Tobias on her own, so this chapter was mostly centred around her thoughts rather than the game.

Hopefully Chapter 14 will be out by tomorrow :)