I should probably be afraid. But instead a hysterical laugh bubbles inside me, because I just remembered something: Maybe I canโt hold a gun. But I have a knife in my back pocket.
Veronica RothYou promised you wouldn't tell her," she says, pointing at me. "What happened to protecting her?" "I changed my mind," I say. Tris laughs, harshly,"That's what you told him, that he would be protecting me? That's a pretty skillful manipulation. Well done.
Veronica RothHis hands skim my bare arms. โJust bounce a little when you walk,โ he says, kissing my forehead, โand pretend youโre afraid of their gunsโ โanother kiss between my eyebrowsโ โand act like the shrinking violet you could never be โโa kiss on my cheekโ โand youโll be fine.
Veronica Roth