My First Instinct Is To

Killing You Is Not The Worst Thing They Can Do To You," I Say. "controlling You Is.

How Is It I Know This Little About The Boy Who Says He Loves Me-

You Nearly Died Today,' He Says. 'i Almost Shot You. Why Didn't You Shoot Me, Tris?' 'i Couldn't Do That,' I Say. 'it Would Have Been Like Shooting Myself.' He Looks Pained And Leans Closer To Me, So His Lips Brush Mine When He Speaks.

Please. They're Like The Cult Of Four.

Where's Marcus, Destroyer Of Lives, Going To Meet Us?