Happy Friday!

So sorry for being MIA these last two weeks. To those who reached out, thank you :) I had a ton going on with work, my husband's birthday weekend, more work, an unexpected passing of a family member, and life in general. I'm excited to update this again, and I hope everyone enjoys the chapter. There is only one chapter after this, and you'll understand why next week. There is, however, a sequel to the story, so just remember that when you read it lol. I am going to attempt to keep the same Friday posting schedule, but I am out of town in November, December, and January, so we'll see how this goes.

After taking in tons of feedback from this story, I decided to make what would be after chapter 17 its own story. It will also work as a stand alone story, but will make much more sense if this one is read first.

Thanks to everyone who has read along for all this time.

Mega thanks to Bamberlee for editing!

And if the formatting is weird on this one, let me know. It looks strange on my laptop but I can't figure out why. I also highly suggest rereading the last chapter before starting this one!

Have such a good weekend!


Eric doesn't wake up.

One would assume that as a soldier, and Leader of his faction, he'd be a light sleeper.

He's not.

He mumbles something, then shifts closer to the fire when I say his name.

I touch his arm, shake his shoulder, even touch his face less than gently. Eric sleeps like the dead, satisfied not only that he'll be leading the mission into Erudite, but with our evening together. I try once more, then give up as the person shuffles into the office. I shove Eric harder, and his only response is to swat my hand away. He mumbles something that sounds a lot like goodnight, and I sigh.

"Yeah, you keep sleeping, Eric. I'll just…go see who's in the house."

I decide I'll save the day and his life. I scramble for everything: my underwear, my dress, and something to attack with. The best thing I can find is an iron bar used to poke the fire, relieved that it's at least sharp enough to inflict some damage. I nudge Eric's side once more to see if he'll wake up, and when he doesn't, I know it's now or never.

Channeling my inner Carole, I walk through the living room as quietly as possible. I slink past the staircase, down the dark hallway, stopping just before the office. Whoever is inside swears when something falls to the ground, and the shuffle of their footsteps echoes in the quiet house. I wait until they crouch down, then I step into the room.

I can't see anything.

It takes a second for my eyes to adjust. The moonlight casts a pale glow into the room, illuminating the man, giving me a glimpse of their physique. Brownish hair, a tall build, and a thick jacket. I hold the poker higher, ready to swing it at their head when they see me. They immediately yell, waving their arms at me and demanding I stop.

"Hey!

"Fuck!"

I react before I can realize who it is. My swing nearly hits their shoulder, and they rear back like a frightened animal. They hit the shelf with a thud, then I hear my name hissed.

"Everly! What the hell?! Stop! You don't need to hit me!"

"Four?"

I come to a dead halt, nearly tripping when he fumbles for a light. His hands hit everything else; a dozen books, a plant, an antique globe, a bunch of dried flowers. Everything smashes to the ground, and he struggles not to drop the vial in his sweaty hands.

"What are you doing with that? Are you here to kill us?" I demand, watching as he reaches for the things that have fallen. He scowls as he straightens up, displeased over being caught. "Why are you in Harrison's house? Why does everyone keep showing up?"

"I was sent here," Four snaps, trying to piece the flowers back together. He shoves them near a series of books and swallows thickly. "Harrison was worried Jeanine would show up looking for you. So, he sent me to come grab the Death Serum. He gave me a key to get in. What are you doing down here?"

His tone is oddly accusatory for someone who just broke in.

"We fell asleep downstairs," I answer evenly, ignoring the way his stare moves to my hair. He looks uncomfortable, and I swear his cheeks darken. "Why did he send you?"

"Funny. You sound just like Eric," Four retorts. He rubs the back of his neck, staring at me like I've personally wronged him. "I've been assigned to work for Harrison for the time being. I have no choice but to do whatever he says. Trust me, the last thing I wanted to do was show up where you and Eric are staying. He swore you'd be upstairs."

"We normally are."

"How lucky for me." Four closes his eyes briefly, and a look of pure regret flashes across his face.

I cross my arms when he doesn't move, and I decide I don't think he should have the Death Serum. "Leave that here. It's not yours."

"It's not up to you," he answers tightly. "Harrison said you're a target. The whole faction is working to make sure you and Eric stay alive. He doesn't want to risk Jeanine sending someone here to find it. They lost her location but they're assuming she's near Amity. She wants you dead, you know. Or did Eric leave that part out?"

"How would they know Harrison has it? Or where he lives?" I stare him down, and in the living room, there are the faint sounds of Eric stirring. I hope he gets dressed before coming in, but maybe not. After scaring me half to the death, Four deserves a pissed off, undressed Eric ready to murder him. "Why didn't he tell me?"

"Because it's two in the morning. He assumed you were sleeping. He asked for the serum on the slimmest chance that someone ransacks the house. You can take it up with him if you're so worried." Four grimaces as the shuffling in the living room heads in our direction, and Eric calls out my name.

"Everly, where the fuck are you? Are you alright?"

"Oh good, he's awake." Four exhales heavily. "Listen, I don't need –"

"Everly." Eric says my name again, the thinly veiled concern heavy in his tone. He downplays it by swearing when he walks into something, then his footsteps grow louder. "Where the fuck did you go?"

"Tell him you're fine," Four demands, looking like he hates life. "Everly…"

"Leave the Death Serum."

I stare him down, unwilling to let him take it. I don't know why. It's not mine, and it's certainly not something I need. But I don't like the idea of him carrying it back to Dauntless, especially since he could be attacked. I know he's skilled enough to fight someone off, but this doesn't sit right with me.

"Put it back on the shelf." I stare up at him, and he shakes his head.

"Everly, please…"

"EVERLY." Eric roars my name, having no clue where I am. He must be half asleep, because he walks by the office, missing the lights on and the door open.

"I'm right here. I'm fine. I'm talking to Four." I call out, moving to stand in the doorway. I glance down the hallway, and he's heading toward the back of the house. "Eric, where are you going?"

"What?"

I see him turn around, and his eyes find mine. He is half asleep, but he at least managed to throw his boxers on. He squints at me as he heads toward the office, and he steps inside with a yawn.

"What are you doing?"

"I heard something. I tried to wake you up but you didn't move. Now that you're awake, I found out who was inside. Four is here." I explain, trying to sound rational. "He claims he has a key."

Eric blinks.

It's slow and drawn out, accompanied by a sneer.

"Did you say you're talking to Four?" He says the name with total disgust, rubbing his face with his hands. "Am I having a nightmare? What is going on?"

"Good question. I was also wondering why Four was breaking into the house." I look back at Four, and his expression is pained. "He wants to say hello before he leaves."

"No, I don't." Four rudely hisses. "Everly, I'm supposed to get this back to Harrison. I don't have much time. I need –"

"Who let you out of Dauntless?" Eric finally looks over at him, with the same air of authority he has when he's in full uniform. His glare is vicious, falling to the vial in Four's hands. "Planning on killing someone there, Number Boy?"

"I already told her, Harrison sent me." Four's sigh is weary. He would look defeated, but he's distracted by grimacing at the sight of Eric's bare chest. "I was assigned to come here. I'm supposed to pick this up. He wants it back so no one can steal it from him."

"Have you heard of knocking?" Eric moves closer to me, and his hand finds my lower back.

"I said, Harrison sent me with a key. He wants –"

"I don't want him to take the Death Serum." I look up at Eric, and when he glances down, I smile. My hand touches his side, finding fire warmed skin and the soft black fabric of his boxers. "I want him to leave it here. I'll call Harrison. I don't think it's smart to have him take it with him."

"I don't, either. He's not the most trustworthy these days, are you Four?" Eric taunts him, and his fingers press into my back. "I'll call Harrison myself."

"You're one to talk," Four snaps. "And call whoever you want. I don't give a shit. I was sent here on his orders. I didn't stop by just to see you two."

"I'm hurt," Eric laughs. He pulls his hand away to walk toward Four, and their standoff is tense. "Leave it. I don't have any orders for you to be here, going through Harrison's stuff."

"I told you –" Four protests, and then something changes. His eyes find mine, and I know right then something is wrong. "I…look –"

"Who really sent you?" Eric demands, stepping forward. Four backs up, but his shoulders pull down. "How did you know that was here? You better start talking before I make you talk."

"It was Harrison. He thinks that Jeanine will come looking for you two. He wants the serum out of the house." Four grits his teeth together, only to shake his head at me. "Look- fine. If things keep going in the direction they are, you'll both return to Dauntless in the next few days. He's worried that her focus is solely on Everly, and he'd prefer Jeanine have less ammunition. Including this serum. Like I said, take it up with him."

"Leave it." Eric's voice is low and even. "The odds of Jeanine coming in here and wandering into the office are low. They're nonexistent when you consider she'd have to know which house to look for, and where the serum is."

"I agree, but it's not my choice," Four answers. "Eric –"

"Get lost. Now." Eric's tone turns chilly, and even I have the urge to step back. Every so often, I am given a glimpse of who Eric was before I knew him. A ruthless, emotionless Leader whose joy hinged on other's mistakes. He eased up considerably over the past few months, but he makes a few exceptions.

Like now.

He smirks when Four moves his hand, reluctantly placing the vial back on the shelf.

"Fine. You two can explain to Harrison why it's still here." Four shoves past Eric, and storms out of the office with a glare in my direction. "Enjoy your night."

Neither of us answer him.

He leaves without any further protest. His boots thud over the floor until he reaches the front door and throws it open. I wait for Eric to snicker over his departure, but he merely cocks his head, listening for something. His gaze is glued on the door, the quick glimpse of dark woods and a dimly lit path, and the sight of Four, stomping away.

"Do you think Harrison really sent him?" I break the silence as I let go of Eric. I head toward the shelf to pick up the vial, and a million scenarios run through my mind. I have a wave of strange, sudden doubt that Four was sent to Amity, but maybe I've just had my fill of being here. My own paranoia hinges on being out of the loop, given only the smallest bits of information that Harrison deemed necessary. "Eric?"

When I turn, he's watching me with a curious look on his face.

His expression stays neutral, mildly irritated but nothing major, and I know he's analyzing Four's sudden arrival. He finally presses his lips together, and when his gray eyes find mine, they are heavy with disbelief.

And jealousy.

Pure, unbridled jealousy that Four has left while he hasn't.

"No, I don't."

He watches as my fingers close around the vial, then I silently follow him out of the office. He walks over to close and lock the front door, and once I am sure the house is safe, we head upstairs, both lost in our thoughts.

His fingers stay on my lower back, guiding me along with a strange sense of urgency.


The world of Amity closes in on us as the day stretches on.

Despite Eric's earlier confession that being in Amity isn't all that awful, he loses his enthusiasm for being here. After Four left, Eric stared with a look of violent jealousy. I knew he was wishing we were heading back, but rather than feel disheartened at his attitude, I understood it.

In Harrison's Amity office, I longed for the safety of the underground faction. I longed for the cold, dark hallways, the sprawling compound with slick walls and an apartment that held Eric's most quiet smiles. I longed for the darkness, for black uniforms and militant boots crushing over each step on their way to Clyde's. I wanted to sink into my own bed, or maybe Eric's, and move on from what had happened. I didn't want Jeanine hunting me down or Evelyn conspiring to find me. I didn't want Marcus stealing children or Zander being tossed into a river. I wanted a life away from all this, and I no longer felt that Amity was as safe as Harrison claimed.

The only thing keeping me from asking Eric to take us back was my family.

I nearly buckled under a wave of immense, terrible guilt that I hadn't seen them like I originally came here for. I had spent all my time with Eric, selfishly indulging away from everyone. After a life of doing for others, I wanted this time for me. I wanted my days and nights to be spent however I pleased, and Eric being here added a whole new dimension. Even though I had seen them, I felt badly that I hadn't made more of an effort.

So, knowing my time here was limited, and it was likely we'd leave sooner rather than later, I made the decision to swing by before dinner. An official invitation came via Forrest. He stopped by for two minutes to tell me mom was making dinner, I was invited, and he'd like me to meet Willow. I agreed immediately, and figured I'd head there for a few hours, then come back and ask Eric to leave.

His expression was amusing.

A slow blink, a twitch of his eye, and the barest hint of a scowl to his lips. He looked sulky, his time in Amity muddied by the thought of being forced to attend a social event, but he refused to let me go alone.

His gaze snapped to me like I'd suggested I wander around the woods by myself, and he roughly insisted he'd come along. Part of me was dreading the thought of him being in their house. My mother would be fine, and it was likely my father would be polite. But the rest of the family was intense, and Eric had made it perfectly clear that Amity would never be a faction he thought of fondly. The other part of me wanted him to meet them, because unlike his mother, they hadn't tried to kill us.

With a hesitant nod, I agreed, hoping Landon would be nowhere near their house, and Carole wouldn't wander by to ask Eric to move a barn before dinner. I make a silent plea to whatever deity is watching over me, and hope the evening is as peaceful as the Amity faction itself.


It's not.

The chaos begins the minute we reach my parent's house.

When I chose Dauntless, I didn't strive to completely change my personality. I knew I would never be able to cover up that I was from Amity. I am naturally kind –most of the time, willing to listen, happy to help, and easy going. I have an affinity to a style not suited to Dauntless, and no desire to chop my hair into something short or shave it off completely. I enjoy my own quiet existence, taking in the excitement in small doses when I want it but fully content in not being the center of attention. I am not the first one to volunteer to dangle off the rooftop, nor am I the bravest or best in the faction.

Which is why working for Eric is exhilarating.

His life was nothing like mine. Even if it was paperwork he found dull, I got a thrill out of seeing what he did. I patrolled with him, ate with him, walked along as he checked out a firearm or was sent to investigate something. More than a few times I had been awakened in the middle of the night to accompany him on an errand or last-minute mission. I witnessed him handling the factionless, chasing down a threat while I kept the Control Room updated, and we often returned to celebrate his success together. Clyde's was always his first choice, and I'd often end up squished against his side while he and his friends celebrated whatever villain they'd taken down.

His life was his own; Eric answered to very few, took on everything that came his way, and firmly kept to himself when he was done. There was no unlimited access to him, he didn't owe anyone anything, and he certainly never volunteered to help anyone.

Coming from Amity, this was unheard of.

I'd been taught to help others, never turning someone down unless I absolutely had to, and to work as a community. I was taught my time was never my own. Someone always needed something, and if I was available to help, then I should. The ideology wasn't that far off from Abnegation in the ways we helped each other, and it was drilled into my head that our faction worked because everyone came together.

Just like tonight.

Eric and I showed up at my parent's house right before six. We'd spent the afternoon avoiding the elephant in the room: despite enjoying each other's company and being content in our days old marriage, we were ready to leave.

Eric called Harrison to talk about Four, but the conversation was tense. Harrison was not happy that we sent Four away empty handed, and he lamented that he was trying to cover our asses. He spoke only to Eric, insisting that Amity was safer, until Eric snapped that it wasn't. He snarled that we were on our own out here. While Eric could defend us, there was no one from Dauntless to help if things went south. Though soldiers were in the faction, they weren't exactly close by. Harrison admitted they were splitting their time between here and Erudite, and it was unlikely they'd be close by in the event of an attack.

When Eric asked if he was here because of me, Harrison said yes, and Eric interrupted with a hiss that we were married, he'd make sure I stayed alive, and he was taking me home as soon as possible. If Jeanine knew we were here, it was stupid to stay put, and Harrison was putting us in more danger.

Something in his words bugged Harrison because their argument became personal. In a heated exchange, where Eric stepped away from me, I heard him insisting that hiding me wasn't going to work. Harrison must have accused Eric of something he didn't like, because I heard him hotly announce he'd have Max pulled into this if it kept going. He argued I was safer in Dauntless, and Eric had a duty to the faction to help with Erudite.

I peered around the corner to see his expression, and it was malicious. He wasn't just displeased, he was furious over someone dictating what he could and couldn't do, under the guise of keeping me safe.

Eventually, Harrison gave in.

He told Eric he'd owe me the rest of my vacation days, but Eric didn't give a shit. He hung up with a sneer and spent the rest of the afternoon conspiring with Jason and Rylan. I read a book while he stormed around the house, slamming drawers in the office and occasionally the cabinets in the kitchen. He was looking for something, but I didn't ask him what.

I didn't care.

I wanted to go home, and the thought of leaving with Eric was far more appealing than staying.

My father is the only part of the plan that would make me reconsider leaving early.

When we knocked, he opened the door with a grin and threw his arms around me. He crushed me against his chest, holding on like I was a small child, while Eric stood behind me with a very dark look on his face.

"Everly, I didn't think I'd see you! I'm so happy you're home!"

"Thanks, Daddy."

He holds on tightly. His worn flannel shirt is nearly identical to Zander's, and he's just as tall as I remember. The rest of my family is in the kitchen preparing for dinner. Our arrival is not unexpected, but the other guests are.

I'm surprised to see Landon helping my mother cook a roast, while Jerry gathers up plates. Sophia and Courtney are here, frosting a large cake and several trays of cupcakes. There are others, like Carole and Howard talking to Leif about something, May and several ducks, and my brother. A woman I can only assume is Willow stands nearby, looking visibly nauseous. She keeps blinking at me, then ducking behind my brother and reaching for his hand. She doesn't look factionless, but she does live up to her name. I can barely see her, only a pair of large eyes blinking nervously at Eric.

"I meant to come by sooner," I pull away to look at him, and his smile is unbearably happy. I suppose my leaving Amity for Dauntless had been stressful on him, and there was the chance that I'd die in the process. "I just…got busy. Stuff is kind of weird right now."

"So, I've been told." He looks over me to smile at Eric. "It's nice to officially meet you. I've heard a lot about you from Harrison."

"I'm sure."

Eric manages to appear cordial. He sticks out in his dark shirt and pants, and when he looks around the house, I know it's not impressive to him. Though spacious, probably larger than he realizes, it's old. The wooden floors creak when you walk on them, and the furniture has been here as long as I can remember. The shelves are stocked with books and games, and the various plants shoved everywhere are a visible reminder where my father works. The house is comfortable, lived in and worn, and nothing like Eric's apartment.

"I guess congratulations are in order," my father grins, pulling me in to hug me again. "I have to admit, I was a little surprised to hear Everly was married so soon. I figured she'd wait at least a few years."

"Did you?" Eric's answer is even when his gaze flits to me. There's a look of interest on his face, though he struggles to appear nonchalant at the comment. "I've heard Amity marries off its members young."

"Uh, well…"

There's a moment of silence as my father struggles to respond. I smile brightly because Eric isn't wrong. I've told him that if I had stayed, an engagement would have been pushed to help further the Amity faction. There would have been pressure to marry Landon, and if not him, then whatever farmer was next in line.

"Eric…" I try to get his attention, but all I get in response is a smirk and a quick shrug.

"I guess we never know how long one truly has." My dad smiles again, and his grip lessens. "I'm very happy for you both. I assume Everly is safest with one of their Leaders."

"She is."

Eric's answer is arrogant. From across the kitchen, Landon's expression turns bitter. My mother notices, and immediately has him help move carrots from the boiling water. She busies him by readying the vegetables, and the only people paying attention are Sophia and Courtney. They giggle and smile, winking when I look at them. Both are dressed in pale lavender dresses, with their hair neatly braided back.

"Well then, tonight, we will celebrate. We didn't have time to put together a formal party, but we do have a few things prepared." My father moves to the side to yell for Zander to come downstairs, and the extra guests make sense. "Leif, Wesley, can you help light the candles?"

"I can. Where are Eric and Everly sitting?" Leif sneaks by with a long glance in Eric's direction. He tilts his head to look at him, and in his hands are dozens of matches. "Are they sitting by you?"

"At the first table. Carole, will you help me with the potatoes?" My mother returns to my father's side, smiling when someone knocks on the door. "Everly, can you grab that? I think it's Jake and his family."

"Sure," I answer slowly, and the room seems to shrink around me. I head to the door to answer it, and I'm immediately met by the beaming face of my childhood friend. "Hi! Jake! It's nice to see you all. What are you doing here?"

"Everly! Welcome back! Where's this handsome husband of yours? Eden was just saying you've recently married. Is he here?" Jake's mother is first, followed by his father and sisters. They smile, but their stares bypass me immediately to look for Eric. "Oh, oh, goodness, is that him? He's very tall."

"Um, yes. That is him. And yes, he is very tall." I smile sympathetically when my eyes meet Eric's because he's trapped. Though he could strong arm his way out of the room, he's still standing by my father, probably hearing some horrible story about something dumb I did as a child. Zander has appeared to grab onto his leg, and Eric blinks like a small rodent has crawled across his shoe. He looks at me, and I wave. "Eric, this is –"

"Hey, thanks for inviting us. We're starving."

I turn to see Rylan and Christina bouncing in, along with Jason and Meghan. Behind them trails Karl and Charlotte, Max, a very grouchy looking Harrison, and Four. He looks miserable, but it's not a new look for him. A few others file in after, neighbors and neighbors of neighbors, until my parent's house is filled to the brim with guests. The noise turns loud, and outside, there is a roar of approval as a fire is lit.

"What the fuck are you doing here? I thought there was a security threat? I thought there was a war going on." Eric stares at his friends, scowling when they approach him to slap him on the arm. Everyone has a gift in their hands, and even Four shoves a present at him with a violently unhappy frown.

"Eden invited us. Harrison said we could hold off on attacking Erudite for a few hours. He let us leave to go shower and sent in the second shift." Jason laughs, waving as he greets my dad like he knows him. "Hi, Mr. Carlen. Nice to see you again. Anyway, there are plenty of soldiers in Erudite. There are way too many Coulters in Amity, so we came to check on the situation."

"And you invited Four?" Eric hisses. "Are you drunk? Whose brilliant idea was that?"

"I invited him. He looked lonely when I saw him walking this morning. It was very late. I don't know what he was doing," my mother calls out. She stops by Four to hand him a plate, and he looks confused. "Will you take that to the kitchen? Landon will show you where to go."

Before I can make sense of any of this, Holly appears.

"We're eating outside. I'm supposed to tell you that mom made you a dress for tonight." Holly tugs on my hand, and she's in an outfit similar to Sophia's. "You have to wear it. She spent all day working on it. Can I have it once you're done with it?"

"Is this…is it a wedding dress?" I blink in horror, piecing everything together. The last thing I want is an Amity wedding. It probably sounds romantic to my parents, but Eric will file for divorce the minute he realizes what's going on. I'll have to go back to working in the shops, and I'll occasionally see him, pretending this never happened. "Holly, is it –"

"Not really. It's pretty. I tried it on and it fits me great." She grins. "Come on. I think Eric will like it, too."

"Really?"

I give in just the slightest, especially when my mother and I lock eyes. If I had chosen Amity, she'd have made a wedding dress for me, and hosted something very similar. The entire faction would have attended, and the party would last all night. My husband would have been thrilled with what was happening, which is almost the exact opposite of Eric's expression.

Zander attempts to climb up his side, and Eric attempts to stop him without launching a small child at the wall.

"Come on. I'll show you." Holly pulls on my hand again, and this time, I go along with her.

I walk to the stairs, and Eric's expression makes me smile.

Zander is pulling on his hand, while my father is telling him something about growing plants in Dauntless. Rylan is listening intently, occasionally interrupting to ask a question he definitely doesn't need answered, while Harrison and Kerrie are deep in discussion. Eric tries to jerk his hand away from Zander, but since he saved Zander's life, he's now his hero.

Eric looks at me, and his expression is one of pure and total distress.


"I take it back. I hate it here. I hate everything about this place."

Beneath a canopy of stars, leaves, and twinkle lights, Eric's fingers are wound through mine. His hands are rough, and his palm presses flat when his grip tightens. His leg hits mine, his shoulder hits mine, and the cold air tries to slip between us, coasting over the roaring fires with a crackle.

My parent's backyard is beautiful. Larger than most and incredibly spacious, it borders against the woods. There are enough tables set to seat an army, and enough food to feed the entire faction. I am in awe at how many people have wandered by, not demanding they stay but merely offering their congratulations and some well-meaning advice. Each one leaves something at the table beside us, setting their gift between ornate arrangements of flowers.

Despite Eric's lackluster attitude, I find the party absolutely enchanting. A lot of effort has gone into it, and I have to say, it's far more beautiful than I would have thought possible on short notice.

"We should leave. Now. We can steal Harrison's truck and get back to Dauntless before anyone notices we're gone." Eric's words are dark, his tone rich with exasperation. "Everyone is too drunk to pay attention, anyway."

"Really, Eric? You don't think he'd notice? And no one is drunk. Everyone is fine."

I adjust my grip on his hand, and he looks down at me with a smirk. It's the dress. My mother has made one of pink lace and ruffles, with puffy sleeves and a fitted bodice. For once, it is a length I am not drowning in, and I can't help but smile at how pretty it is. There are no flower crowns anywhere I can see, nor has anyone shoved a bouquet in my hands. Instead, Holly gave me a few sparkly pins to hold the side of my hair back, while my mother helped brush everything out.

Someone had given Eric a jacket and a different, darker shirt. He had grudgingly put it on, but only because the night is cold and his friends are slightly dressed up. Their arrival was a complete surprise, but a welcome one.

"Do you really want to sneak out?" I tilt my head to stare, and he looks stunning. His cheekbones are high and sharp, his hair is combed back, and in all black, he looks like he's been plucked straight out of Dauntless. I shift closer to stay warm, and it's hard to imagine that a few weeks ago, this never would have happened. I think of the wedding he would have had, and my chest tightens. "I think it's sweet. They really like you."

"They shouldn't."

His irritable mood makes me smile even broader. He keeps glancing at me out of the corner of his eye, pulling his shoulders back and staring down anyone who wanders too close. He sat silently while one of my father's friends chatted about what Eric should expect in a happy marriage, and I wondered if he'd ever considered this moment.

When the man told him that he looked forward to meeting Hank's grandchildren, Eric looked at me, and I struggled not to laugh.

"Did you imagine this would happen?" I stare down at our fingers, both pale but nothing alike. He shifts in his seat, shaking his head no as he leans in. "Eric?"

"Did I imagine what would happen? Being trapped at a dinner party hosted by your parents? Or Joe lecturing me on how to keep a wife while hinting six is an appropriate number of kids?" Eric's head touches mine, and he screws his eyes shut. "I can't say I saw either option happening."

"Me, neither."

He nods against my forehead, sighing when someone else nears the table. Eric sits up as clean plates are dropped off, along with a set of forks and knives. In the distance, near the very end of the yard, Johanna is talking with Harrison. He keeps looking in my direction, smiling worriedly. Kerrie is sitting with Sophia and Courtney, and across from her, Rylan is grilling May to hand over the duck she has in her coat pocket. I watch as the party unfolds around us, taking a few seconds to let it sink in.

It's not the wedding of my dreams, nor would I want to be married here. Technically, we haven't had a wedding, but this is a very nice way to celebrate. It's personal without being over the top, and the intimacy of sitting with Eric while everyone celebrates is far better than a thousand members of Dauntless clamoring for the sight of Eric in a suit.

"I'm going to grab a drink. Do you want anything?" I let go of Eric's hand, figuring he'll be fine for a few minutes. "Water? Or a beer? My brother makes his own. I think he brought some."

"I'll pass."

Eric answers me right as Four approaches the table, and neither are happy to see one another. I still find him suspicious, but he must have something important to tell Eric. He sits down awkwardly, then pulls out his phone. I leave them discussing what I can only imagine is something about Erudite, and head toward the makeshift bar. Behind it, Forrest is pouring drinks while chatting with a few friends. I stop near the middle, and when it's my turn, his eyes light up.

"It's our guest of honor! What'll it be? Something strong that pairs well with cake? Or do you want something boring, like your husband has?" He winks as he pours an amber colored drink into a glass and hands it off to Judd. "How are you, Everly? You look nice."

"Thanks, Forrest. So do you." I take in his neat appearance, and it's obvious my father made him pull his hair back and wear something not made of flannel. "Did you know about all this?"

"I got word a few hours ago. Mom and Dad wanted to have a party since you were here, and we learned you were married. I have to say, your husband…he's not super talkative. I asked if he wanted some champagne and he looked ready to punch me."

"I don't think he expected to attend such an event tonight." I lean against the bar, watching Harrison leave Johanna's side. "It's really nice that they did this. I thought we were having dinner with the family. I was coming by to say hi and see how Dad was doing."

Forrest rolls his eyes, then makes something that looks incredibly strong for one of Judd's friends.

"He's fine. He's happy you're married. I think he assumed you'd die in Dauntless. Either alone, or with a pet bat or something."

"There are no bats there," I roll my eyes. "But it is dark. And why would I die alone? You can get married other places besides Amity, you know."

"I mean, you practically are guaranteed a husband or wife if you stay here. You know that. Dad worries about everything. It would make sense that he'd worry you'd be okay over there. And you are okay, right? Hey, can I come visit?" Forrest mixes up something sparkly with something pink, then swirls it around. "Will your Leader husband allow that? Is he just as sulky in Dauntless?"

"He's not sulky," I protest, but when I turn to look at him, my words are a lie. "He's just…not a fan of the Amity faction. It would be like Willow being from Abnegation and dragging you there to have a party."

"They don't have parties there. Partying is illegal. Along with laughter and joy." Rylan interrupts with a snicker, saddling up to the bar with his eyes on the wide variety of alcohol. "I'll have a Manhattan."

"What's that?" Forrest's confusion makes Rylan narrow his eyes. "I can make you an Old Fashioned."

"Whatever. It's for May. I need that duck she has, and it's obvious I'll have to loosen her up a little if I'm going to win her over." He leans across the bar, pointing to a large bottle of whiskey. "I'll also take two shots of that, on the side. She's a tough sell."

"Are you planning on taking the duck back with you?" I ask. "You're going to raise a duck…in Dauntless?"

"We have water there, Everly." Rylan looks at me like I'm crazy. "But don't tell Harrison. He's in a mood tonight. He wasn't happy about Eden throwing this party and she wasn't happy that he was basically hiding you here so you won't die. Your dad is happy, though. No one told him anything," Rylan winks. "Hey, how is Eric handling being here? My dream is to witness him in Amity, and he looked a little too happy the last time I saw you guys. I expected more suffering."

"He's fine. It was nice to spend the time with him, but I think he's over it now. I want to go home, too." My confession makes Forrest stop pouring the drink. "I like Amity, but my plans to visit were completely different. I'm going to see if I can come back once stuff settles down. Eric doesn't have to stay the whole time. He could stay in Dauntless if he wants."

"Yeah, he's definitely going to let you visit other factions without him. Have you met Eric? Do you know who you married? If you thought he was clingy as your boss, wait till you see how clingy he is as your husband." Rylan's commentary is dry, and he tries to hand Forrest his point card. "Add a little extra on there for you."

"The drinks are free. I don't even know how I would take that." Forrest shakes his head. "I'm Forrest, by the way. I almost picked Dauntless. I could have been there, too."

"Did you? I wonder if you would have been in our class," Rylan answers. He looks like he's considering something because his smile is quick. "Your sister is my favorite. I watched her initiation class sometimes. I was trying to pick out a wife for Eric and she was my first choice."

"Really, Rylan?" I would glare at him, but he sounds like he's joking. Forrest hands me my drink, then resumes making Rylan's. "You were not. I didn't even see you."

"You obviously weren't looking in the right places." he laughs. "No, but honestly. I liked her right away and told Eric he should go for it. He refused, but he came around. Hey, Forrest, can we talk, man to man? I have a few questions that need answers, and I think you can help me."

"Uh, sure?" Forrest glances at me, and his shrug is concerned. "Ask away."

"Great. Can you tell me how tall Everly is? I still don't have an accurate height listed anywhere." Rylan side eyes me, and my glare does nothing to dull his quest for this knowledge. "Eric said he doesn't mind that she's short. I think it makes him feel even taller."

"Um, well..."

"I'm going back to the table. Enjoy your night," I take the drink from the bar, and both Forrest and Rylan laugh.

I leave with an amused smile at the two of them, thanking Forrest for the drink and ignoring Rylan's enthusiasm over finding someone who might tell him how tall I'm not. I slip through the crowd, stopping at a few tables to say hello. I'm surprised to see so many familiar faces, but I'm unsurprised to find Landon's scornful gaze. He smiles mockingly when Jason stops by to hand me a cupcake, and he only stops when my father and Jerry near his table. They pacify his bitter mood with a heaping plate of food, taking the seats next to him with kind, understanding smiles. It's clear they are aware he's not happy, but they aren't about to let him ruin the mood.

The world of Amity is a complicated place, but even more so right now.

"Are you done here?"

I'm startled when Eric's hand finds my elbow. I look up to see him staring down at me, his mouth a fine line. When I shake my head, he sighs, and I know something happened.

"What's wrong? Did May give away all the ducks before you got one?"

He raises an eyebrow at me. "I don't know what that means, but your mother dropped off something for me to drink, and your sisters warned me not to try it. Since my life is in danger, I think it's time we go home."

I gaze up at Eric, his skin a golden tone beneath the twinkly lights, and his hair harsh and slick. He waits patiently for an answer, ignoring the swirls of laughter and the faint sounds of a band playing in the distance. The fire roars, similar to the ones in Dauntless but softer, and the wind skims the exposed skin of my arms.

I smile, but I shake my head, reminding him we have one thing left to do.


"Fuck."

My head hits the wall of my childhood bedroom with a thud. I struggle to hold onto Eric's neck, but also keep my nonexistent balance. I'm pinned against the wall by Eric, with his hands everywhere and my dress hiked up over my thighs. One of my shoes falls to the floor, and I laugh when he bites my neck, letting his nose rest against the crook of my neck and shoulder.

"I am," Eric mutters, his teeth scraping over my skin while his hands pull at the fabric. "We don't have long. I'm pretty sure Harrison watched us leave. He'll probably come looking for us."

"Really?"

It's hard to put together a coherent thought. The feeling of Eric thrusting inside me is enough to make my heart race and my legs burn. I hold on tighter, digging my nails into the fabric of his jacket, enjoying this time with him. Sure, we'd come for dinner with my parents, and the party was a lovely surprise, but this is nice, too.

I have the sudden vibrant image of this happening in Christian's store, when I'd watched Eric take his pants off.

"Fuck, you feel good."

The high of tonight is topped off with this: Eric buried deep inside me, muttering very sweet things while he tries to hold off from coming. It culminates with a giggle, him swearing when my hands slip and someone yells from downstairs to make sure we are okay. I come first, gasping his name and forgetting there was a time when this wasn't a possibility, and he follows right after.

It takes a second for my brain to come back down to Earth. I pull away from Eric slowly, and he takes great pains to help smooth my hair back down. He kisses me once more, firmly pressing his lips to mine and exhaling heavily when he pulls apart, and I know we have to finish out the evening with everyone else.

Eventually, as someone lights another fire and brings out marshmallows to roast, Eric and I thank my parents for the evening, then carefully slip away before anyone can ask where we are going.


I say goodbye with the odd feeling that it's a permanent one.

The thought is stupid. I am able to return to Amity whenever I'd like, and it's unlikely that Eric will refuse. Even if he said no, I could still take time off work and use it how I see fit. There is the odd chance this war on Erudite will put a halt to travel between factions, but it won't last forever.

"I'm glad you're doing so well. I hope I'll see you soon. Maybe you and Eric can come back for the Fall Festival. Carole mentioned he RSVP'd yes." My father hugs me again, this time holding on for much longer. "I'd love to give him a tour of the greenhouses. I heard him speaking to Jerry about the food Dauntless uses. He might like seeing where it comes from."

"Yeah, he might."

I close my eyes, knowing he won't. While Eric approves the budgets and often looks at what Quinten uses to feed the faction, I doubt he wants a tour of the farms. But I don't want to tell my father that. The offer is incredibly kind, and he's probably hopeful Eric will be interested in his work.

"I love you. We'll come back for the festival. Will you save us tickets?" I ask. "Maybe you and mom can come visit Dauntless someday. I can ask Eric to send a truck for you."

"I'd love that," my father replies, holding on tighter. I open my eyes to Eric standing off to the side. He keeps glancing into the stables, curiously watching Jake feed the horses. "I'll miss you, Everly."

"I'll miss you, more."

I let go with a feeling of overwhelming grief. It's fleeting, but reassuring, like I'm finally able to separate myself from the Amity faction. My father is proud of me, and while I don't need his approval on my life decisions, knowing he isn't worried makes me feel better.

I say goodbye to my mom the same way, taking a few moments to let it sink in. We'd talked this morning, and she told me she was thrilled that I was happy. I wondered if she knew about Ashley or what had gone on before Eric asked me to marry him, but if she did, she didn't bring it up. Even now, her hug is quick and tight, and she whispers for me to tell Eric he's welcome to stay with them anytime.

"I'll make sure he knows. Bye, Mom. I love you."

Before I can let go, the feeling of permanence burns in my chest. I am fearful something will happen to them the minute I leave Amity, but I can't stay here. The calls to Eric started early this morning, and he let me know he was expected back at the faction by lunch. Even Max had called to verify we'd both be returning. I packed up the gifts and few items I wanted to take, and neatly slipped the Death Serum into one of the bags.

"It's nice to have Eric as a son-in-law. I hope he knows that." My mother waves at him, then adjusts her sweater tighter. "Will you bring him back soon?"

"I will."

I turn to look at Eric, but he's too busy to hear my mother refer to him as her son-in-law. He's with Forrest and Zander, and much to his chagrin, both are vying for his attention.

"Hey! I brought you a few things to try out in Dauntless. If you like them, I'll offer them at a lower price. Since we're now related." Forrest points to two giant boxes marked Fragile set near the trucks. "You can call me anytime. I have a phone."

"Eric! Eric! Take me with you! Take me to Dauntless! Take me to the trucks!"

"Hey! Wait your turn, Zander! I'm showing Eric the beer!"

"No!"

Forrest loses to Zander attempting to hold Eric's hand so he can drag him to the truck. Much like before, Eric blinks at him, not wanting to be involved with either.

"I'm not taking you to Dauntless. That would be kidnapping." Eric wiggles his hand free, and his stare flies to me. "Everly, can you –"

"Bye! We'll miss you!"

"Come back soon!"

"Like next weekend!"

I'm nearly knocked over by Sophia and Courtney coming to say goodbye. They get to me before I reach Eric, and I'm smushed between them.

"Promise you'll come back soon? I feel like we barely got to hang out!" Courtney pleads while Sophia nods. "Carole said Eric is coming back for The Fall Festival. Maybe you guys can stay!"

"There's going to be a pig petting exhibit!" Sophia's excitement isn't at all tempered by the death glare from Eric, nor my expression. I find myself wanting nothing less than to hang around and pet pigs, though I would like to see them again. "Oh, and a pie contest. Carole said she's sure she'll win."

"Sounds…fun."

I look over at Eric, and I know my expression mirrors his. Panicked over the thought of being trapped in Fall Festival hell, while Carole made a pie out of whoever pissed her off, and a dozen pigs roamed free, begging for scraps and attention. I swallow when they keep offering up events they think will win me over: a Ferris Wheel someone has built, a corn maze, a haunted forest walk, a bonfire and beers party hosted by Forrest. They rattle on about a candy trail that ends near the lake, a dozen houses offering caramel apples to take home, and a costume contest.

I let go of them with great reluctance, never more relieved when Eric takes hold of my elbow and practically drags me to the truck with a very intense look on his face. He throws the door open, muttering about how long it will take us to get back, and shuts it the second I climb into the passenger side. I wave through the window, and my last view of Amity is one I'll never forget.

A dozen more trucks from Dauntless are lined up behind this one, waiting to accompany us back. There are a few soldiers wandering through the faction, some stopping to talk to the farmers, others helping some kids carry chickens down the pathway. I know they're staying behind to keep an eye on things, while the others will watch the borders near the forest. Johanna stands near my father, waving politely as one of the trucks nearly runs her over as it leaves, and my father beams when we lock eyes.

Behind him, my mother holds Zander up to see the trucks, and he waves with both hands, squirming and screaming to go along with us. In the far distance, near the very edge of the pathway, stands Harrison. Dressed casually, but with his Leader's jacket thrown over his shirt, he watches everyone around him with a half-smile on his lips.

For just a split second, the two factions exist peacefully, neither at odds with the other.


The ride back to Dauntless is comforting.

I sit in my normal spot, and as soon as we reach the border of Amity, Eric hands me his phone. His fingers touch mine, and I wait for the barked orders to respond to a message or an email. I keep waiting for the phone to light up with Ashley's name, or with a dozen rapid fire texts demanding Eric call her. His mother's name on the screen with a lengthy message about how he's ruining his life, or a single missed call from Daniel, pleading with Eric to reach out as soon as he can.

Nothing happens.

The phone is silent as we leave, and so is the truck.

I stare at the black screen while Eric drives, until I feel him looking at me. When I glance up, he gestures for me to scoot over, and I'm hit with the memory of the last time we drove in the truck together. He'd called Ashley to find out where she was, pretending he was done with me once they were married.

It's a bitter memory, but not as bitter as one would think.

I reach his side, and Eric slips his arm behind me, slowing down the truck to follow whoever is ahead of us.

"Are you warm enough?"

His voice is rough, like the day I met him and he was amused by my application to be his assistant. He waits for my answer, and his fingers skim along my shoulder, stopping near my neck.

"I am now." I lean against him, hot and solid and unmoving, and a sense of normalcy returns. I think he can feel it, too. He nods, and his fingers press gently beneath my hair.

"Good."

"Eric? Are you guys on your way back? We have a situation near Erudite, but you aren't assigned to head out. I can send coordinates if you want. But if you have Everly with you, your orders are to return to Dauntless. That's what I have from Max."

The radio beeps, and the voices of Dauntless fill the truck. We are immersed right back into the world of military commands, the Control Room questioning our return time, and the chirpy voice of Kacie, cheerfully announcing the sighting of Jeanine near the border of Erudite. I expect Eric to turn the truck toward there, but instead, he reaches over and turns the radio off completely.

"They can handle it. We have other things to do."

He moves his hand back to my hair, and the rest of our ride is spent in comfortable, easy silence. His phone does light up, a million messages from people working, as does mine. I ignore both, focusing on the road ahead of us, and the feeling of normalcy that occurs as we cross the border of Amity. Things feel good, routine and no different than any other day in Dauntless, until it hits me that I am returning not as Eric's assistant, but as his wife.


As expected, the Dauntless faction is awaiting his return.

Like a triumphant king, Eric drives through the gates without truly stopping.

We are waved through quickly, and he drives along with the other trucks, turning sharply as we near the back. Eric parks in the Docking Bay, and I'm unsurprised to see it crawling with soldiers. I had expected most to be out working, but there appear to be hundreds here. Some are working on a few of the trucks, others are bringing in racks of weapons, while a good dozen are handing out uniforms to those waiting. Almost every head turns in our direction, and when Eric puts the truck in Park, he looks over at me with a hint of exasperation.

"Wait here. I'll open the door."

"I can open it. Eric –"

He's out of the truck before I can finish my sentence. He stalks around to the passenger side, ignoring the men staring jealously and the women staring longingly. Their gazes are stuck to his hair, longer than normal and slicked back, and at least one has the decency to look embarrassed when he notices. He reaches my door with a tight smile, and though he knows I'm fully capable of getting out of the truck, he reaches for me. I scoot over, and his hands find my waist. I'm yanked out of the truck gracelessly, and my feet hit his as I find my balance.

"Rylan made the announcement this morning. Good luck, Amity."

"What?"

I have no clue what he's talking about, but it takes mere seconds to realize the faction knows he's gotten married. He leaves his hand on my lower back to push me forward, and I'm met with the scathingly intense stares of his not-so-secret-and-ultimately-pointless fan club. I'm stunned to see a vast amount of women who assumed they'd one day win him over, and several who are still hoping they have a shot. While they smile blandly in my direction, it's accompanied by squinted eyes and upturned noses, and a few wide eyes when Eric's hand doesn't move.

One woman glares, crossing her arms and pouting as we walk by, and I faintly recognize her from the odd shift at the coffee shop. She leans in close to her friend, missing Eric's acidic stare when she scowls at me. They stop speaking when someone orders them to move, and they go scrambling back to work.

Aside from that, everyone else acts normal. The soldiers stop to salute Eric, greeting him with low hellos and careful congratulations. Behind them, Lauren stares me down with a huff, and her stare follows Eric like she's been assigned to watch him. Near the doors that lead into the faction, Jeremy and Karl are in a deep debate over something. They turn their attention to us, but only Karl's face lights up.

"Hey! Everly! Welcome back! And Eric, man congratulations! It's nice to see you both."

He beams at us, even when Eric tilts his head and I don't have to look up to know his expression is not one of utter delight.

"Yeah, welcome back. We got the announcement that Everly has been fired as your assistant but promoted to your wife. Half the faction celebrating that you'll be busy now. The other half is in an uproar." Jeremy smiles less enthusiastically. "Who knew you were such an eligible bachelor?"

"Funny." Eric snaps, but he's not entirely mad. When I peer at him out of the corner of my eye, his lips turn up. "I'm hoping Rylan sent out a more accurate message than that."

"Sort of. He kept mentioning being thrilled he could celebrate having a sister-in-law since you two are practically related. I didn't know that." Karl furrows his brows. "Are you and Rylan related, Sir?"

"No, we are not." Eric closes his eyes, then opens them wider. "I see he's gone all out to welcome us back. Is there any actual news?"

"Yeah, he and Kacie oversaw the moving of apartments. Everly, you can turn in your key anytime." Jeremy looks at me, and there's some disbelief behind his stare. It catches me off guard, but the longer I look at him, the more I realize it's envious. "They had your stuff packed and moved to Eric's. There's talk of all Leader's relocating to a higher floor, but they wanted to wait until you were back. I'm sure Eric told you, but you lose your apartment once you marry here. I believe it's already been reassigned."

"That was fast," I smile, but I have a feeling of horror at people rifling through my belongings. There wasn't anything crazy in my apartment, but I'm sure they had a great time trying to find evidence that Eric had been there. "I'll turn in the key today. Is anything else different?"

Jeremy stares before slowly shrugging. "Not that I'm aware of. I'm sure Eric will know more, but you should be fine. I guess…you'll start…living with Eric."

Eric cocks his head to the side at Jeremy's strange tone. Jeremy picks up on his mistake immediately, and I try to remember if he and I ever had any weird moments together.

"I mean since your apartment will go to someone else. I don't know anything about your position here." Jeremy flashes a tight-lipped smile at both of us, attempting to smooth things over. "Your cards should work fine. Your security clearance will stay the same. It might be increased if you go anywhere with Eric outside of work. I wouldn't worry."

"She's not worried. Her apartment will be assigned to someone who needs it, but beyond that, everything is the same." Eric's tone is sharp, just short of nasty. "It's protocol to have her move."

"Yeah, it is." Jeremy's tone mirrors Eric's, but it changes the second Eric lets go of me to step toward him. "Uh, welcome back. Everly, I'll make sure to let you know the updates on Erudite. I'm overseeing all the bulletins going out. You'll have the choice to join Eric when he leaves, or you can stay behind."

"I'll go –"

"She'll stay. We have to get upstairs. Any word from Erudite? Or what's going on? Who was the last contact there?"

Eric cuts me off, turning to reach for my arm. He takes hold of it tightly, and I'm pulled forward. Karl and Jeremy join us on the walk, and it's clear this is something he's discussed with them.

"Eric, I can go. I've gone with you before," I point out, but it's like he can't hear me.

"There is. Did you see Harrison's messages? He said he sent them your way." Karl takes over the conversation, yammering on about a check point and the last visual of Jeanine. "It's looking good for us."

I try to listen as best I can, but there's more information than I can keep up with. Combined with Jeremy occasionally asking me if I'm happy to be back, voices echoing in the dark hallway, and a large crowd gathered in the Pit, I can barely hear what they're saying.

We reach the elevators and Karl jabs the call button. I wait for him to catch me up to speed, but he keeps rattling off a list of casualties, including a few from this morning. Despite having the upper hand, it turns out that some of the Erudite security isn't half bad.

"Is that everyone? Jason called this morning and said they'd lost an entire group near Abnegation." Eric steps into the car, then pushes the floor for his apartment. I stand next to him as more people file in, and the elevator doors slide shut with a groan. "They said it was a newer patrol. Dean was one of the names. Maybe..Dallas?"

"Oh yeah, they're reported as missing. They're assumed to be out of range." Karl pauses, and his stare slides over to me. "They've been out of contact for a few hours. We've been trying to reach the Patrol Lead, but so far, nothing."

"Do you think Jeanine got them?" I ask before anyone can speak. "Or the factionless? Who's the Lead?"

"Uh, well…"

He stalls, and when the elevator doors open, we're met with a dozen people milling around. It's like the entire faction is everywhere today. Eric's absence has led to a chaos within, and the unrest is spilling into every free inch.

"Hey, listen don't worry, they'll find him. I know you guys are friends. He's a great soldier and an even better guy…so, I'm sure Michael is fine." Karl blurts out the last sentence with a nervous glance in Eric's direction. "He has a well-trained group with him. Harrison is out there now."

"Oh."

My heart sinks.

There's absolutely nothing between Michael and I other than friendship, but that doesn't mean I want him missing. I wait for Eric to snap something or offer up some assistance, but he's silent. He wades through the crowd of people, glancing back to make sure I'm following him.

"Hey, I'll call you later with an update. I promise, he's fine. Don't worry about him." Karl touches my arm, coaxing me out of the elevator car with a tight smile. "Give me two or three hours and I'll get you an update. He volunteered for the mission, so it's not likely he's hurt."

"Sure."

I have no choice but to make my way through the soldiers. I don't even know what they're doing here, but there's not time to ask.

Eric waits for me at the edge of the hallway, then leads me to his apartment without saying a single word.


"Motherfucker."

Jeremy is a liar.

Eric is, too.

While my things were moved from my apartment –neatly boxed up and left at Eric's –nothing else is the same. My keycards have been deactivated because Everly Carlen no longer exists in their system, and Everly Coulter hasn't been officially recorded yet. My cell phone stops working the minute I try to use it, and my security clearance is set to nothing. I have as much freedom as an initiate, maybe less. The only thing that does work is Eric's point card, and I swear darkly when I swipe it.

"Fuck."

"Uh, did you need something else?"

The poor barista behind the counter looks terrified, and I slowly realize he's afraid of me. I must look furious, but it's not at him, nor the long wait for coffee. It's because my entire life here is on hold, and my only lifeline is Eric's card. In a moment of pure irony, I might as well be his assistant because it's the only way I can pay for anything.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm just having some issues with my card." I wait as the screen lights up with approval. Our order flashes across the screen, and I add a slew of points to it. "My card got deactivated."

"Oh yeah, because you married him, right?" The guy blinks behind oversized, dramatic glasses. "I heard about this. We were all told to treat you like we would him. But uh, you're obviously…nicer."

"Um, thanks." I bet Eric would be thrilled to hear this. "You don't have to treat me any differently."

"No, I will. I don't want him to kill me." The barista gestures for the next person to come forward, and he smiles once more. "Have a nice day, Mrs. Coulter."

"You...too."

I hesitate for a moment, blinking when he looks at me out of the corner of his eye. The name sounds off and far too formal. He's never once called me anything other than Everly, and I wonder if he's been instructed to greet me like that. It would be right up Eric's alley to demand everyone refer to me as his wife and his last name. I watch him ring up the girl behind me, and when he's done, they both look in my direction. I leave before they can stare for too long, then crash right into someone.

"Oh, shit!" I stumble as they catch me, and when I look up, it's none other than Eric. "I didn't see you there."

"I'm aware," he answers dryly. "I tried to call, but I forgot your phone doesn't work. I fixed your cards and your security clearance. I also authorized a final walk through of your apartment so you can make sure they got everything and I had them reactivate your phone. Everything should be good now."

"Um, thank you." I stay against his chest, and his fingers curl into my skin. He doesn't seem to care that half the line is staring at him, and such visible proof of his affection has them gaping at us. "The barista just called me Mrs. Coulter. Did you tell them to do that?"

"I heard him." Eric snickers. "I'll tell them to calm down. Rylan's security briefing included your formal title and name, and he wanted to make sure they know who you are."

"What is my title?" I crane my head up at him, noticing he's changed. His uniform is his normal one, but without the blue stripe on the arm. "Is it still listed as your assistant?"

He looks above me.

Eric's stare is somewhere in the line, and his slight shrug tells me I won't like the answer.

"Eric?"

"No." He sounds both disappointed and relieved. "You're technically listed as Harrison's assistant. You'll want to fix that before he sends you to Abnegation for a few weeks or on a quest in the woods."

"Should I tell him I quit?" I follow Eric's gaze to the line of people waiting to order. They immediately avert their eyes, pretending to read the menu. "Why would he send me to Abnegation?"

"Who knows? He probably assumes it's safer." Eric shrugs, and I'm dissatisfied when he lets go. "Until then, I thought we'd head upstairs to go through your things."

"Sure. Is there anything left in the apartment?" I ask, unable to ignore how nervous I suddenly feel. Reality is here, and while romantic in nature, I don't know if Eric will enjoy having someone in his apartment all the time. It's likely to be way more invasive than he's thinking. "Do I need to finish packing anything?"

Or maybe I'm completely wrong, and he's thrilled at the idea.

"According to Kacie, no. But you'll want to check on it."

"Sure. Are we going to Erudite soon?" I smile when he scowls, and a moment later, the barista calls out my drink order.

"Order for The Coulters! Uh, Mrs. Coulter? Eric Coulter?"

"Oh good. Do you want to get them?" I look up at Eric, busy struggling not to laugh, and he smirks. "You like the way that sounds, don't you?"

"I do."

He saunters over to pick up the drinks, knowing it'll make the staff nervous. They back away from the counter, silently observing when he nods.

That's enough politeness for him.

He heads back toward me, and when he hands me my drink, his fingers touch mine. I'm taken back to the first time I got him coffee, and the way he looked up from his desk to see what I was doing. I had smiled then, and oddly enough, he forced a quick patient grin back, though it was fleeting and gone in a flash.

Today, he makes sure I'm close to him before the two of us head upstairs.


By the time the afternoon rolls around, I sit on his bed, sorting through clothes that will no longer serve any real purpose.

My training clothes are here, leggings and tank tops and a dozen long sleeve shirts that were given to me by Karl and his friends. A pair of boots I was given after my initiation was completed, along with a basic jacket, a pair of utility pants, and a belt I've never worn. My other clothes are laid out neatly. Kacie has taken great pains to put most on hangers, and she's organized the more casual clothes so I can easily put them away.

I'd gone back to my original apartment not sure what to expect. While nothing special, it was the first place that was truly my own. I didn't have to share it with anyone, and I'd lucked out into being assigned a one bedroom.

When I got there, I was surprised to find it cleaned and ready for the next occupant. It was empty and dark, with only the furniture and a few other things that would stay behind. My cabinets had been emptied, my dresser was wiped down, and the bathroom had been cleaned. The kitchen table would stay, and so would the couch and coffee table.

My personal belongings were packed away, and it was strange to see my life in such disarray. In Eric's apartment, it looked like nothing. A handful of dresses I'd purchased with my hard-earned points, the one Eric purchased for me, shoes that I preferred over the boots, and several replicas of Eric's jacket. I frowned at the ones with the blue on them, and shoved them beneath the new, all black one I'd been given. My existence appears meager beside his, and I hesitate on hanging anything up.

I rifle through the next box, my underwear, a few sports bras, and pajamas. Kacie has left a note inside, promising she didn't let any of the movers touch these, and it makes me smile. She isn't as bad as I thought, and it's nice to have her looking out for me.

"Do you want help hanging everything in the closet?"

I look up to see Eric standing near the end of the bed. He's been gone for an hour to get his hair cut, and it's a relief to see it back to normal. He stares intently, his gaze glued to the pink fabric in my hands before it moves to my face.

"Sure. I didn't want to move your stuff," I confess, standing up carefully. "Are you sure you have enough space? It's not a ton of stuff, but…"

I trail off, still wholly unconvinced this will go well.

I don't know why.

It's a nagging feeling, a worry that he'll quickly grow tired of having someone around all the time. The stupid part is, I was around him all the time. I worked with him, ate with him, and before the whole ordeal with Ashley, fell asleep beside him. This isn't anything new, aside from the fact that we're now married, and my apartment is gone.

"It's fine. I moved some things out of the way." He carefully picks up a dress, examining it intently. "Are you worried about something?"

"Yes." I figure there's no reason to lie to him. He'll know, and it will only prolong the inevitable. He turns, and his look of surprise is expected. "What happens if things go wrong? This is very…permanent. What if you hate me being here?"

"Why would I hate you living here?" For once, he looks like he's struggling to comprehend what I'm saying. "I asked you to marry me. I told you I'd make things right. There's no point in being married if you live in another apartment."

"I know…" I glance back down at the clothes, and I know what's really bothering me. I drag my stare away from his comforter to see him sliding his shirts over to hang up my dress. "If you had married Ashley, what would have happened to me?"

"What?" He turns, and his eyes narrow. "I wasn't going to go through with it. You know that."

"But what if she hadn't taken Zander?" I gather up a few more clothes that need to be hung up, stalling for time. "Would you have kept me as your assistant?"

"Yes." There is no hesitation in Eric's answer. "I wouldn't have changed anything, except –"

"Except what?" I cross the room to join him. I've rifled through his closet numerous times to grab things for him. He would occasionally send me to get his jacket or a shirt, and I was often there when his laundry was dropped off. "What if it had happened?"

"It wouldn't. I was never going to marry her and she knew it. So did Blythe. That's why they both freaked when I didn't show in Erudite. Had Ashley somehow….faded away, you and I would have stayed working together. You'd keep falling asleep on my couch, and I'd keep paying for your drinks. At some point, I'd insist you stay here, because it would be easier to wake you up here than in your own apartment, and you'd agree. Then you'd stay, and probably beg me to marry you." He says the last part with a snicker, and I can't stop myself from smiling. "Realistically, I'd have continued to put your name on everything until it made sense to make it permanent."

"Would you have told me?" I crane my head up at him, and he looks to the side of me. "Eric?"

"Sure." He shrugs, pursing his lips in an attempt to look innocent. "At some point. I guess if you tried to date someone else, I'd have to let you know."

"I had no clue you were so romantic." I stare into his eyes, laughing when he smirks. "And you promise you don't mind sharing your closet?"

"I promise."

He hangs up the pink dress next to his millionth Leader's jacket, then reaches for me. The worry vanishes when his arms slip around my waist. I'm thrown off when he pulls me toward him, but the feeling is nice. I get the impression Eric has never really hugged anyone, and maybe he's never had a reason to. So, I relish this moment of affection, one meant to reassure me he wants this marriage to be real. I rest my head on his chest, and we stand there in silence. I enjoy the way his jacket feels against my cheek, and how nice it feels when his sigh is one of content and not exasperation.

We stay that way until his phone rings, and the news makes him pull away.


"How is he?"

I stand next to Daniel, trying to keep out of the way of the nurses. The Dauntless infirmary is packed, giving off a feeling of chaos that makes my skin itch. On the walk down here, I listened to Eric talk to Tori, and things sounded positive. The second string of Dauntless soldiers had made excellent progress. They'd managed to break down several of the temporary walls around Erudite, and on Eric's approval, had stormed through the faction. He must have spoken with them while getting his hair cut. A few trucks had already returned, bringing back several of her security staff to interrogate, while the others stayed behind to keep searching.

In the midst of all this, Erudite retaliated.

Dauntless attacked with surprising force. One group was a brand new patrol, headed by a man no older than twenty. He was a proficient soldier, brave and calm under pressure. He led a group of twenty toward the offices near the labs, confident in what he was doing. They encountered a few guards hanging around, and their injuries were reported as mild.

The other was led by Michael.

His group was experienced, just as fearless and strong, and they went straight for Jeanine's office. She often visited the labs and her office was a single floor right above where the scientists worked. The mission had gone fine, until it didn't.

In a moment of utter misfortune, his squad was attacked.

Jeanine's brilliance hinged not only on her thirst for knowledge, but on a desire to stay alive. She was always in control, and much like Eric, she struggled when it began to slip through her fingers. With her options dwindling, she knew she had limited ways to survive. She could turn herself in, surrendering to whoever found her and admit guilt. She could keep hiding. Or she could fight back, using the very weapons she'd created.

In a moment of pure chance, she happened upon Michael standing near one of the doors, alone, calling in orders to Dauntless. From what the member of his squad said, they looked up to see Jeanine behind him, and before anyone could yell Michael's name, he crumpled to the floor clutching his neck. He landed clawing at his throat, while Jeanine plucked the syringe from his skin.

She held it up to admire her work, flicking the syringe to make sure it was empty. The very same Death Serum that was in Harrison's house was in these labs, plentiful and unattended. She had more, or at least that's what the soldier said. In between painful looks at Daniel and Eric, he admitted they shot at her, and she fled down the hallway. They chased her into the stairwell, but several stayed behind to help Michael.

The ride back took exactly twenty-six minutes.

During that time, Michael was conscious, but not entirely coherent. They talked to him, kept smacking his face to keep him alert, and nearly drove straight through the gates without stopping. He was taken straight to the infirmary, where Arlene started bloodwork, and Daniel worked to flush the serum from his body. For the past hour, he had been given several transfusions meant to dilute what had been done, and it was only minutes ago that Arlene arrived with the announcement that the serum was faulty.

Spencer's death had left the labs in a lurch.

They had the original formula but had been so used to working on the new one, that the two became a strange combination of the original. As a result, Michael had immediately collapsed, and his heart rate had been low. He was sweaty, nauseous, and occasionally rude when the staff started a second IV full of fluids. We were called down to see him, because out of everyone in the faction he could ask for, Michael asked to see me.

We were brought back into the infirmary, to a side I have rarely visited. This side is for those who are injured. There are numerous beds, dozens of treatment rooms, and a swarm of nurses ducking in and out of each room. They pay little attention to us, though a few throw cursory glances in Eric's direction.

I wasn't expecting Eric's father to be here.

He emerged from a room dressed in black scrubs, with a nurse behind him. He made a beeline toward us, and oddly enough, he seemed well suited for the fast pace of Dauntless. He looked taken aback to see Eric and I standing there, but he smiled, and looked down at me curiously.

"Is Michael alright?" I ask again. Daniel nods, and his gaze flits to Eric. "Has he been here long?"

"He's doing much better. He's stabilized, his color is coming back, and he asked for something to eat. We don't know the long term effects of what he was given, but it's safe to say, he'll live to see another day. From what Arlene came back with, he was given the equivalent of a mild paralytic, a nerve block, and a strong antihistamine." Daniel pauses, then takes off his glasses to rub his eyes. "It's a good thing you're here. He asked to speak to Everly. He says he has information she needs to hear."

"What sort of information does he have that Everly needs?" Eric emphasizes my name. "I'm sure anyone can take his statement."

"I don't know. He wouldn't tell me," Daniel answers evenly. He looks everywhere but at me, and in the distance, an alarm sounds. "He did speak with Max not that long ago and he said the same thing. I imagine it's personal."

"Personal." Eric repeats flatly. "Fine. I can't wait to hear what he has to say to my wife."

Daniel looks at us, and beside him, Arlene looks at him. There is a moment of heavy, silent tension, until she shakes her head. She turns to face me, and her expression is nothing but professional.

"I think you misunderstood. Michael has asked to speak to Everly alone. You'll have to wait here."

To his credit, Eric doesn't respond.

He cocks his head at her, and before he can refuse, a nurse arrives to escort me back.