I groan into my pillow when Tessa's incessant fussing through the baby monitor wakes me up about 10 minutes before our alarm is set to go off. I shouldn't complain though, she slept almost six full hours last night. She's such a remarkable baby. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and reach for my robe. I slide it on as my feet hit the ground then I quietly make my way into her room. She's whining loudly and on the verge of a full-blown meltdown, which neither of us want. I change her into a dry diaper then sit down in her rocker. She smiles up at me as she latches onto my nipple and tears spring to my eyes. She was 12 weeks old yesterday. Time is going by entirely too fast. It seems just like yesterday that I held her in my arms for the first time and now she rolls over, smiles brightly at everyone, and laughs out loud. I love her milestones but I worry that I'll start missing them since I've gone back to work, and I don't want to miss a thing.
"Love, what's wrong?" Tobias asks as he pads into the room, his concern for me evident. He's been so loving with me during this pregnancy and patient with my irrational mood swings.
"She's growing so fast," I whisper, emotion choking me. He runs the back of his fingers gently down the side of my face, wiping away some of my tears. "Do you remember a conversation we had a while ago about me working?"
"Yeah," he slowly says, obviously wondering where this is going.
"I've made a decision, Tobias," I say. "I want to work from the Pire, unless there's an emergency, of course, but I only want to work Monday through Friday with reduced hours, perhaps 10-4 or 10-6. I know it means a pay cut but I'm more than okay with that. I want to spend more time with the kids but I don't think I would feel like me without my job. Tori will become your second, and I'll take over Harrison's duties. I'll keep my seat on the council though since it's been decided that all meetings will now be held inside the city on a three-month rotating schedule. I'm already familiar with the duties and the other representatives, and it isn't time consuming. I also think we should hire a nanny like Will and Christina did for Liam."
"You really have been thinking about this," he says. "I'm behind you 100% if this is what you really want."
"It is," I say. "And one more thing," I take a deep breath to steady my nerves, "I don't want to train the initiates after this year. When I agreed to do this with you, we didn't have a family. I honestly feel like we're neglecting Tyler and Tessa with the amount of time we're with the misfits throughout the day and with all the extra time at home we spend on paperwork."
"Okay," he says, surprising me. I thought I'd have a fight on my hand with this news. "I actually have been having the same thoughts running through my mind. I miss spending time with the kids, and it's hard trying to juggle everything. I think the transfers will be better off with someone who can focus all their attention on them in the future."
"Wow, we made a lot of decisions today, and it's barely 6 a.m.," I say. "Do you think Tori, Will, and Harrison will be okay with my reduced hours?"
"Yeah, they will," he says. "We've had this discussion also. They thought you would quit. They're going to be thrilled you've decided to continue. You make one hell of a leader, Tris." I blush at his unexpected compliment. "I better wake up Tyler and get him ready." He gives me a soft kiss before he kisses Tessa's head then turns for the door.
"What time do we have to be at the train?" I ask. It must be pregnancy brain because I should know this.
"The operator is stopping the train for us at 7:55 so we can get on. I told the transfers that they are to be at the platform no later than 7:50," he says. "Do you want breakfast here or in the cafeteria?"
"I think I would like to go to the cafeteria this morning," I say. "Hey, let's not tell Tyler we're getting off early. I want it to be a surprise." We should be back home for the day between 1:00 and 2:00 this afternoon and decided to take the kids to the swimming pool. We thought about taking them to the park but they just went with the Parrishs on Friday.
"Okay," he says. About five minutes later, Tyler runs by the door on his way to the bathroom. I'm very proud of him. He's been so easy to potty train. He made it seem effortless. I hope the girls will be just as easy.
"Hi, Mommy," he says from the doorway on his way back to his bedroom.
"Good morning, Tyler," I say. "Did you sleep well?" He nods his head up and down. "You better go get dressed. We're going to the cafeteria for breakfast. What sounds good to you?"
"Toast," he says.
"French toast?" I ask, knowing that's what he means.
"Yeah and bacon," he says.
"That does sound pretty good actually," I say, my stomach grumbling at the mention of food. "Go find Daddy."
"Otay, Mommy," he says. I finish nursing Tessa and change her into a white bubble romper covered in gray and black polka dots and put a black bow headband with white and gray polka dots on her head. She looks adorable. I take her downstairs and put her in her swing before I excuse myself so that I can get ready for the day. I shower, dry my hair, and dress in a black maternity tank top, yoga pants, and running shoes. The minute I walk into the living room, we head out the door, Tyler on Tobias' shoulders and Tessa in my arms. It doesn't seem like it takes us any time at all to reach the Pit. When we enter the cafeteria, I hand Tessa to her father and take Tyler through the food line and get us each a plate of French toast, bacon, and mixed fruit but I add some scrambled eggs to mine. I'm starving this morning. At my next appointment with Isobel I'm going to have to ask if this is normal. It feels like I'm a bottomless pit all of a sudden.
"Hi, guys," everyone says as Tyler and I sit down.
"I think I'll take this one and show her off a little," Tobias says as he gets up from the table with Tessa in his arms. I watch member after member come up to him to say hello and take in our sweet angel. Avery walks up to them and peppers her face with kisses, gaining a laugh from Tessa and a smile from Tobias. I'm smiling at the unfolding scene until I see Olivia walk up to them. I notice the nearly imperceptible difference in his stance as she stands before him. I know she makes him uncomfortable. She steps forward and puts her hands on my daughter, and I see red. That bitch better back away. Tobias shakes his head at her then literally turns and walks to the food line. She must feel my eyes on her because she turns and smirks my direction before returning to her place between Grant and Jesse. If she's not careful, I'm going to have to kick her ass. Tobias returns to the table with a full plate of scrambled eggs, sausage patties, hashed browns, and wheat toast with honey butter and sits next to me keeping Tessa in his arms. I push my still full plate away, suddenly not hungry anymore. I know my jealousy is irrational but she's playing some kind of game, and the sooner I figure out what it is the better.
"You're not going to finish?" Tobias quietly asks. I shake my head. He looks deeply into my eyes and says, "Peanut needs to eat." He's right; he's always right. I sigh and pull my plate back and continue eating.
"What's on the agenda today for the initiates?" Ciara asks. She's looking a bit green this morning. I'm sure her morning sickness is bothering her.
"Fence tour," Christina says. "Then we get the rest of the day off." Tyler looks up at me with expectation on his face. Well there goes the surprise.
"You off?" he asks with wide eyes.
"Daddy and I have to work this morning but we're off this afternoon," I say. "We're going to the pool after lunch."
"Pool! Yeah!" he says, clapping his hands together.
Christina leans close to me and says, "Did I ruin a surprise?"
"It's okay," I say.
"Will you guys be at supper?" Will asks.
"I don't know," Tobias says. "We haven't talked about it yet. All I know is Tris and I are spending as much time as possible with the kids today." I see a ghost of a frown on his face like he's not pleased with Tobias' answer.
"What are you guys doing tonight?" I ask them.
"Staying home," Will says in a rush. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, looks at the screen, and brusquely says, "I've got to take this." He quickly gets up and walks away from the table. Christina narrows her eyes at him, and I can't help but join her. He's acting very strange right now. I wonder what's up with him. I'll have to ask her after we get on the train.
"We better get Tyler and Tessa to daycare," Tobias says as our friends chatter about this and that around the breakfast table.
"Okay," I say. "Give me Tessa please." I hold my arms out, and he surrenders her to me. She smiles at me and coos. I feel better having my arms around our daughter. I hold her up and kiss her cheek, and she laughs out loud. "I'm going to miss you this morning, little one. You, too, buddy." I lean over and give Tyler a kiss, and he grins at me. "Uriah, Christina, we'll see you at the train. Bye." Tobias swings Tyler up into his arms, and we head toward the exit.
"Are you upset with me?" he asks. I furrow my brows at him. Why would he think that?
"No," I say. "Why would I be mad at you?" He doesn't say anything. "What did she want?"
"To hold Tessa. I told her no," he says.
"It's a damn good thing you did," I mutter under my breath. "Do you think I'm overreacting about her? She's up to something. I can feel it."
"I'm not going to disagree but maybe this is a little bit about hormones." Now I'm mad. I stop and glare at him, and his face falls. "I'm sorry."
"You better be," I mutter under my breath. We walk in silence the rest of the way to the daycare center. When we open the door, we nearly run into a young couple coming out. They look to be in a terrible hurry.
"I'm sorry," I say, standing out of their way.
"Excuse us," the woman quietly says, her head bowed and eyes averted. I see his eyes dart in her direction but he says nothing, and they continue on their way.
"Good morning, Tris, Four," Mrs. Wheeler says as we enter the room. "Oh, Tessa, don't you look cute today. Hello, Tyler. You look equally handsome." She earns smiles from both my children.
"Good morning, Mrs. Wheeler," I say. "Today should be an early day. We only have to do the fence tour then we'll be back to pick them up. Tessa ate at around 6 a.m. Here's the diaper bag." First she puts the bag over her shoulder then I hand off Tessa who starts whining. "She's had a stimulating morning so she's probably ready for a nap."
"Bye, Mommy!" Tyler says. "I play with Zane now. Bye, Daddy." He waits long enough for each of us to give him a hug and a kiss then he's off like a rocket.
"I'm sorry," Tobias says when we're halfway up the path to the Pire. I sigh and take his hand, needing contact.
"I'm the one who should apologize," I say, glancing up at him. "Giving you the silent treatment is childish." He abruptly stops after he glances at his watch and pulls me into his arms.
"Please don't let Olivia come between us," he says. "I have zero interest in her but I'm confident you know that. I'd never do anything to hurt you. We have too much to lose." He leans in for a kiss and I stop him. Suddenly he looks wounded.
"We shouldn't be kissing right now," I say. "We're on the clock."
"I could care less." His lips brush against mine, and I feel all the tension leave my body. I mold myself to him the best I can, and we deepen the kiss. I run my hands up under his body-hugging t-shirt and he fists his fingers in my hair. He thrusts his expert tongue into my mouth and claims it as his own, and I moan against his lips. The feel of his erection pressing against me snaps me out of my desire-laced fog. We got carried away and now he wants me. Who the hell am I kidding, I want him, too. I back away and look up shyly at him.
"I'm sorry," I say. My voice is husky, sultry.
"No, I'm sorry. I got carried away," he says, his voice betraying his arousal also. "If we didn't have to be at the train, I'd pull you into a dark corner and have my way with you." I hear a low feral growl, and it takes me a second to realize that it came from me.
"I wish we had the time," I say.
"But we don't," he finishes. No, we don't. I take his hand, and we continue our journey to the train. All of a sudden I realize just how giddy I am. It's been months since I've been on a train. When? Oh, yeah! My wedding night and I blush.
"What are you thinking about?" he asks as we walk outside.
"The last time I was on a train," I say, blushing red once again. He frowns a bit then his eyes light up with knowing.
"Our wedding night," he says. "You were so beautiful in your white dress and equally stunning out of it." He rubs little circles on the back of my hand with his thumb, and I feel it in my core. I close my eyes and take a deep cleansing breath. In less than five minutes we're going to be surrounded not only by the initiates but Uriah and Christina as well, and we don't need any more jokes at our expense for the rest of our lives.
"I love you, Tobias Eaton," I say when we reach the deserted train platform. "I would like one more kiss then we can go back to be instructors." He smiles brightly as he wraps his arms around my waist, and I stretch up and put my arms around his neck.
"I love you, too, my Beatrice Grace," he says with a shy sexy smile unfurling on his face. "Another kiss would be my pleasure." I don't know how he does it but he completely seduces me again. I raise my mouth to his and kiss him mind-blowingly slowly, savoring every brush of his tongue against mine and the feel of his lips leisurely moving against mine.
"Get a room," Christina says with a giggle. "I told you, Tris, that you can't keep your hands off him." I quickly scan our surroundings but the initiates are nowhere to be found.
"I was just telling my husband that I love him," I say, sounding more annoyed than I feel.
"That wasn't talking," Uriah says with a sly grin on his face. Sometimes he really acts like Zeke.
"So, how are the Dauntless-born coming along?" I ask, changing the subject.
"They're all sleep deprived," Christina says. "I imagine that most of them will go back to the dorm after the field trip and catch up on their sleep."
"Murphy?" Tobias and I say at the same time.
"Yeah," Uriah says. "She cries all night." Al's nocturnal weeping comes unbidden to me, and I can sympathize with them. "It's too bad you didn't take her to your dorm as well then your initiates would be dragging."
"How's Avery and Callen doing?" I ask.
"Excellent," Uriah says. "Really, they are two of our best. Some of the guys are bigger and stronger but Avery especially is more consistent. She really is a joy to have around."
"Speak of the devil," I say as Avery and Callen walk up to us hand in hand. "Good morning."
"Good morning, Tris, Four," Avery says. "Tessa looked so cute this morning. I swear she's changed since last Sunday night."
"She's growing like a weed," Tobias says. "She was happy to see you this morning. When initiation is over don't hesitate to stop and see the kids. They love you."
"Thanks, Four," she says. "I'll have to take you up on your offer." Slowly all the initiates make their way to the platform to wait for the train.
"Listen up," Tobias says in full Four mode when we see the light from the train in the distance. The initiates immediately quiet down, fearful of his wrath no doubt. "Normally we would be jumping onto the train but with Tris accompanying us, the train will be making a scheduled stop at 7:55. Once we're all onboard, we'll make our way to the fence, which will take a little over an hour. After the tour, we'll board the next train that will bring us back here. After that, you are free for the rest of the day. Just remember, don't leave the compound and be in the training room at 8 a.m. tomorrow."
We all flinch away from the deafening squeal of the train's brakes as it glides to a stop right in front of us. Tobias effortlessly pulls himself up into the car then turns to helps me on. I have a little bit of trouble, which he immediately notices so he basically takes me under the arms and lifts me into the car, sitting me on my feet right next to him. It causes me to blush. I haven't had this much trouble getting on a train since the day after Peter won our fight during initiation. I sit on the bench opposite the door and watch all the Dauntless-born and transfers climb inside. When they're all on board, Christina and Uriah join us. The train slowly takes off a minute later and Christina joins me on the bench. We talk about the kids for a while then I ask her about Will.
"What's up with Will?" I ask. "Is everything okay?" Suddenly I remember that his sister and my brother got engaged. Is this the source of his foul mood?
"I don't know, Tris," she says with a sigh. "He's been extremely moody for about a week and has been spending a lot of time away from home. I hate that you picked up on the tension." She looks around us and lowers her voice. "I think he's having an affair."
"Christina!" I say in an admonishing yet quiet voice. "There's no way. He loves you. He wouldn't betray you like that."
"Can you think of any other explanation?" she asks.
"Has he talked to Cara recently?" I ask trying to sound as nonchalant as possible and she smiles at me.
"Yeah, he knows about Caleb and Cara's engagement. He's over the moon about it. He really likes your brother." Well that's not it then.
"You're probably sick of this advice but … you need to talk to him," I say. "Please tell me you're not still afraid to sit down and have a heart-to-heart with him."
"What if he leaves me, Tris? I wouldn't survive that. He could take Liam from me." I see tears shining in her eyes.
"I don't know what's going on with him but I know without a doubt that Will Drake loves you more than anyone, well except for maybe your beautiful son. Christina you need to have more confidence in yourself and in Will. Everything will work out. You'll see." She sits stoically beside me for the remainder of the ride to the fence. I think about her fears and know deep down in my heart that they are unfounded. Will having an affair? Impossible.
My eyes wander around the crowded car until they land on Tobias. He's standing next to the open door, looking at the passing scenery. His Four mask is firmly in place, and I can't tell how he's feeling or what he might be thinking about. He must sense my stare because he turns his head and our eyes lock, and suddenly it's as if we're the only two on the train. His heated gaze is interrupted by shouting from the back of the car. Automatically, Tobias, Uriah, Christina, and I wade through the initiates to where the noise is coming from. Alec and Callen are standing nose to nose with the Dauntless-born and transfers standing around them, drawing battle lines.
"Callen!" I angrily shout, drawing his attention. "Here. Now." He glares at Alec a final time then comes to stand before me. He boldly holds his head high, which is unusual for him. He's usually shy. I stare at him and after a moment he begins to shrink back. Just because he's my cousin doesn't mean he gets special treatment. "Explain." He drops his head and stands mute before me. What's going through your mind, Callen? I'm about to unload on him when I notice a tear fall to the floor. He's crying. What's this about? "Don't move from this spot. I'm not done with you."
"I don't know what his problem is," I hear Alec say when I reach Tobias' side. "Every time I see him, he's angry and rude. I told him to back off." I sigh.
"Did he say anything?" Tobias asks. Carefully broaching this subject could very well open a can of worms. I'm not sure how many people in this car know of his involvement in the death of hundreds of people. Although he wasn't directly involved in a murder, he did attack Hana. I'm surprised Uriah can stand to be in the same space as him. But on the other hand, he has no knowledge of that part of his life. He knows of his father's involvement but the memory serum administered shortly before the Choosing Ceremony erased his part in the conspiracy. Right now, according to our laws, he's a totally innocent young man.
"He wasn't making any sense," he says. "He was babbling about his mother and brother but I don't know who they are." The grating sound of metal on metal echoes throughout the car right before we all lurch forward as the train once again glides to a stop.
"I need you all to listen and listen good," Tobias says then looks at the group of transfers who are gathered around Alec in a show of support. "You aren't members of Candor, Erudite, Amity, or the factionless anymore. You are Dauntless initiates." Then he looks toward the Dauntless-born who have protectively stepped in front of Callen. "And you all are not Dauntless members. You are Dauntless initiates. That makes you equal. I will not tolerate infighting in my faction. Callen, Alec, if you two continue your behavior, I will drag your asses to the training room and put you on the mat and let you work out your differences that way. Am I clear?" The silence in the car is eerie. When no one says a word, Tobias says in his low, intimidating Four voice, "Do I need to repeat myself? Am. I. Clear?"
"Yes, Four," they all say at once.
"I expect your best behavior while we're here," he says, sounding exasperated. He jumps out of the car and turns to help me. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as he grabs my waist and lifts me out of the car.
"Thank you, Four," I say.
"You're welcome, Tris," he says. I stand under the faded, weathered canopy that people use as a place to wait for the train, watching the initiates. Some jump while others carefully lower themselves to the ground. I look around, taking in the scenery but there's nothing else out here except for yellow fields, train tracks, and the fence, which stretches as far as the eye can see in both directions. I look toward the lighthouse but unfortunately can't see it from here. All I see is an occasional tree and the Amity crops. Sometime during the past year they took the grove of mostly dead trees down.
"I'm going to talk to Callen," I say to Tobias who acknowledges my statement with a simple nod. "We'll catch up with you when we're finished. I think this is more important than the fence tour. Callen, with me." He sighs but says nothing. We watch as everyone follows Tobias to the gate.
"I'm sorry, Tris," he says, preemptively. "I can't stand that he's alive and my mom and brother are dead. I know what they did was horrible but I loved them … I love them. I miss my mom every single day. It's hard to be without her and be forced to endure his presence."
"Callen, I'm so sorry," I say. "I've never taken into account how Dru and Cameron's deaths might have affected you. You and your Dad are the innocent ones in all this. Unfortunately, for whatever reason your mom decided to involve your brother in her vendetta, Alec's dad did the same. He fell victim to their brainwashing. The difference is your brother killed people. Alec was spared because Hana survived her attack.
"This may be hard to hear and harder to accept but Alec is not responsible for his actions, especially now. He spent six months in jail then had his involvement in the Divergent plot erased from his memory. If you try to talk to him about it, he's not going to have a clue as to what you're talking about, and you're going to come across as a raving lunatic, which we both know you're not."
"What am I supposed to do, Tris?" he asks, tears swimming I his eyes. I want to wrap my arms around him and tell him that it will all be okay but I know he wouldn't want me to.
"The first thing you need to do is accept that the Alec Parrish who helped with the plot to kill hundreds of people died alongside your mom and brother and all the rest of the people who helped in their plan. Second, you need to forgive him. He has no clue what he did unless someone tells him and I'm not sure that is necessary. I've gotten to know him a little this past week, and he's a good kid, just like you. I won't lie, I was apprehensive when I first saw him in the net but that feeling has evaporated."
"I'm not sure I can do it," he says.
"Try, Callen," I say, "for your peace of mind."
"Okay," he says
"That's all I can ask of you," I say.
"I really am sorry, Tris," he says. "All I've ever wanted was to be a Dauntless member and I'm putting it in jeopardy."
"It's best that you remember that and act accordingly," I sternly say. "We better catch up with the others." We walk along the tall chain link fence that is topped with barbed wire, ignoring the stares of the armed Dauntless fence guards on the other side, to where the group of initiates are standing by the massive gate. Uriah is just finishing his spiel on the history of the fence, and Christina takes over.
"If you don't rank in the top five, you'll probably end up here at the fence," Christina says. I find myself swaying from foot to foot, wishing I could sit down. My back is bothering me quite a bit today. "Once you're a fence guard there is very little potential for advancement. Most fence workers do it for life." She practically took her lecture word or word from the manual.
"Fence workers patrol the outside perimeter of the fence and are responsible for its integrity," Tobias says. "They mend holes or any other damage caused by weather, time, and the occasional wild animal trying to get in. They also patrol Amity and its outskirts."
"Why?" Declan, a Dauntless-born initiate, asks.
"I guess you'll find out of you become a fence worker," he answers. Perimeter safety is considered top secret, although I can't imagine why. There's nothing out there. Right?
"Tris?" a familiar voice says. I look down the fence and see Gunner.
"I'll be right back," I tell Tobias.
"Okay," he says.
"Hi," I say when I reach him. "Thank you for meeting me here."
"No problem. This way neither one of us had to travel too far," he says. He slides a long, narrow tube through the fence to me. "There are two separate schematics in there. You and Four look them over and tell me which one you've decide on then I'll get to work on the furniture. Have you thought of mural designs for the nursery and playroom?"
"Not yet," I say. "How do you usually paint a mural?"
"I've only painted two," he says. "The first was inspired by a photograph and the second I came up with a sketch based on what the client wanted."
"I'll try to make a decision about the murals soon," I say. "Thank you so much for agreeing to do this. We really appreciate it. Tyler's going to love it. Four and I will look them over tonight, and I'll call you with our decision in a day or two. Thanks again, Gunner."
"You're welcome, Tris," he says. "It's always a pleasure working with you. I'll be looking forward to your call." I walk back toward the initiates, wondering what his drawings of Tyler's room look like.
I find the group watching a big Amity truck coming into the city filled with bushels of produce. I quickly scan the faces but don't see Tobias. He must be on the other side. I wave at the truck driver as I walk in front of the big rig, and once I come around the corner, I stop in my tracks. There standing on the right side of the open gate is Tobias looking ... nervous? No, that's not right. He's uncomfortable. Olivia is within inches of him, invading his personal space. I watch unseen as she reaches up and slowly but flirtatiously drags a single finger down his chest, and I gasp causing them to look my way. Tobias looks shocked and irritated. Olivia just looks arrogant. Rage flows through my veins like hot molten lava. That little bitch. I'd like to punch that smirk right off her face. I've had about enough of her shit. It's time to show her just who she's messing with.
"Would you kindly take your hands off my husband," I quietly yet firmly say, agitation and loathing clear in my voice. Her eyes widen when she hears the word husband roll off my tongue, and her eyes flicker from my face to his and back again. "Yeah, we're married." Her stunned expression transforms into one of superiority, then she turns her attention back to him.
"Tobias Eaton! You really should have told me you two were married before you kissed me," she says. What the fuck?I gasp unable to hide my shock but quickly compose myself. My eyes flicker to his, and he looks to be in complete shock, mouth agape, looking less like Four than I've ever seen him. Tobias Eaton? How the hell does this bitch know his name? He kissed her? No, I don't believe that for one second. He wouldn't do that to me. I look back toward her, and I see an unnamed challenge in her eyes and realize this is a game to her. I take two steps forward and put myself between her and my husband, getting in her face.
"I don't know how you learned my husband's name but I do know he didn't tell you, and I also know he would never break our wedding vows so your weak attempt to drive a wedge between us has failed," I say, my voice cool and calm, not betraying the murderous rage I'm feeling at the moment. "There is something that you best remember, Olivia, Four and I are your leaders and your actions are very inappropriate even if he was single. I knew that you would make a play for him, I just didn't think it would be so soon. I don't know what your game is here but I intend to find out." Disappointment flashes on her face before an irksome condescension settles in.
"He'll be mine one day, Tris," she says with a flip of her hair. "You can count on that." Then she turns her back on me. I lunge at her as she walks away but Tobias captures me in his strong arms, holding me in place. I turn in his embrace and look up at him. Anxiety fills his features.
"I never kissed her. I swear," he emphatically says, disgust evident in his voice. "She cornered me right before you came around the front of the truck. I shouldn't have allowed myself to get separated from the rest of the group even for one second." He shakes his head. "One minute, I'm showing the initiates the gate the next she was pressed up against me telling me what she would like to do to me. I was getting ready to push her away and put her in her place but then I saw your face and I just froze. I hope you believe me."
"Of course, I believe you," I say and he physically relaxes. "How the hell does she know your name?"
"I have no idea, love," he says. "You could have knocked me over with a feather when she said that."
"What can we do about her? I want her gone. She's trouble with a capital T and not only for us but for Dauntless as well," I say. "I can feel it."
"Unfortunately, she hasn't done anything to get kicked out … yet. Give her time," he says. "First infraction and she's gone, I promise." I look around and see we're still alone so I raise up on my tiptoes and draw his mouth to mine for a quick passionate kiss.
"No one is going to come between us," I say, ardently. "I won't allow it."
"Definitely not a little piece of trash like her," he says. "We better get back to the fence tour."