He turns toward me. I want to touch him, but Iโm afraid of his bareness; afraid that he will make me bare too. โIs this scaring you, Tris?โ โNo,โ I croak. I clear my throat. โNot really. Iโm onlyโฆafraid of what I want.โ โWhat do you want?โ Then his face tightens. โMe?โ Slowly I nod.
Veronica RothHe pushes his hair, soaked from the snow, out of his eyes. "So what are we going to do, break a window? Look for a back door?" "I'm just going to walk in," I say. "I'm her son." "You also betrayed her and left the city when she forbade anyone from doing that," he says, "and she sent people after you to stop you. People with guns." "You can stay here if you want," I say. "Where the serum goes, I go," he says. "But if you get shot at, I'm going to grab it and run." "I don't expect anything more." He is a strange sort of person.
Veronica RothArenโt you going to ask me if Iโm all right?โ I say. โNo, Iโm pretty sure youโre not all right.โ He shakes his head. โIโm going to ask you not to make any decisions until weโve talked about it.
Veronica RothBy the time we leave, I have red lips and curled eyelashes, and Iโm wearing a bright red dress. And thereโs a knife strapped to the inside of my knee. This all makes perfect sense.
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