I smirk as Peter misses again. I can't help myself. "Hey, Peter," I say, " Remember what a target is?
My mother told me once that we can't survive alone, but even if we could, we wouldn't want to. Without a faction we have no purpose and no reason to live.
I will be my undoing If I become my obsession.
It is impossible to erase my choices.
I'll say it one last time: Be brave.
His hand touches my waist, steadies me. The touch sends a shock through my body, and all my insides burn like his fingers ignited them. I pull close to him, pressing my body against his, and lift my head to kiss him.