You look older.” “Yes, well. The passage of time tends to do that to a person.

Are you asking me to undress, Tris?' A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially

It's easy to be brave when they're not my fears.

Part of me wonders if this is a suicide mission disguised as a game.

He leans his face close to mine and wraps his fingers around my chin. His hand smells like metal. When was the last time he held a gun, or a knife?

But when you kill someone you love, the hard part is never over. It just gets easier to distract yourself from what you've done.

If Eric thinks I did something right, I must have done it wrong.