The sound of someone pounding on the door wakes me up. Not the frantic knock of a threat, but the persistent knock of someone who isn't going away until I come to the door.

"Four!" Harrison shouts. "I know you're in there - get up!" I groan and stumble to the door.

"What?" I snap, yanking it open. "What is so important that you couldn't let me sleep for a few hours?"

Harrison chuckles. "It's 3:00 in the afternoon. You've been sleeping a lot of hours." I groan again. "We've got a leadership council meeting - you need to be there in 30 minutes."

"I'm not a leader anymore," I yawn.

Harrison looks at me. "Yeah, I wish you'd talked to me before you did that. Tori's pretty steamed," he sighs. "But they want you and Tris there as Divergent leaders."

"We'll be there," Tris calls from across the room. I roll my eyes as Harrison gives me a huge smile and winks at me. "See you both soon."

I get back into bed and Tris moves into my arms. "I had hoped we'd have a little time alone together this morning," I say, trying to keep my tone light. Tris surprises me, rolling on top of me, looking down into my face, her eyes bright.

"Tonight?" she whispers, leaning down to kiss me slowly.

"Tonight," I agree, my hands sliding down the small of her back and under the hem of her shirt.

She rolls off of me and goes to get some clothes out of her bundle.

"I have an extra drawer here," I say casually, getting up and pulling clothes out for myself, "if you want to put your things away." I can feel her eyes on my back, and I wonder what she's thinking.

I hear her behind me and I turn around, tensing. She's holding her sheet full of belongings.

"Which one?" she asks calmly.

"What?" I say blankly.

"Which drawer is empty?"

I open it for her.

"Thanks," she says, dumping her clothes in the drawer. Then she goes into the bathroom to change, and I hurriedly pull on a clean t-shirt and jeans.

She comes out wearing a black dress. I purse my lips, eyeing the way the dress clings to her, leaving her legs bare and tattoos exposed.

"I've never seen you wear that before," I say appreciatively

"Christina made me buy it," she says, blushing and tugging at the fabric.

"I've decided not to underestimate Christina," I say, catching her in my arms and kissing the raven tattoos across her collarbone.

"We should go," I murmur against her neck, not moving. She nods, eyes closed, leaning her forehead against me. We slowly break apart and walk toward the door, hands intertwined.

"Yes," I exhale. "Definitely liking the dress."

There's a meeting room for the leaders near the control room, with an entire wall of glass looking down on the Pit. The room is already full by the time we get there. Fortunately, there's a tray of food and coffee in one corner of the room, and Tris and I head straight for it.

We find a spot at the table next to Leo, our hands full of food. Evelyn catches my eye. "We can start now," she shouts over the noise, clapping her hands.

Tris leans over to Leo. "What's this about?" I lean over, too, so I can hear his answer.

"No clue," he says. "Cara and I only just found out about it - Tori's avoiding me." He looks at us and smiles. "Sleep much?" I can feel myself flush, and Tris is bright red, looking down. Leo looks at me, eyebrows up.

"Uh, we were both out like a light and I don't think either of us even moved until Harrison knocked on the door."

Leo chuckles. "I see," but he still gives me a questioning look. I shake my head slightly, as if to say "later."

"Where's Cara?" Tris asks.

"Over with Linus," he says, pointing across the table. She's in an intense discussion with Linus and Marcus. I catch my breath. Tris squeezes my hand under the table, and I squeeze back gratefully.

"Okay, people!" Evelyn says, even louder. The faction leaders crowd around the table, and it looks as though each has brought their faction liaisons with them, who mill behind. The room is crowded.

"Thank you all for coming. Let's get right to business. First, I assume you have all selected your liaisons and representatives to the Truth and Reconciliation Commission?" Tris and I look at each other.

Evelyn catches the look. "Tobias," she says, and I interrupt her, saying "Four, please." She inclines her head. "Fine. Four. We know you haven't had a chance to do so. Whenever you're ready."

I look pointedly at Tris, and she says, "Thank you, Evelyn," squeezing my hand under the table again.