Really? I thought the transfers will go through Four’s landscape,” says Uriah.
“Like he would let anyone do that,” she says, snorting.
Something inside me gets warm and soft. He let me go through it.
Eyes open, then," I say, tapping the skin between my eyebrows. I don’t really need her eyes to be on mine, but I feel better when they are.
Veronica RothIt would be stupid to confide your entire plan to one person. It’s infinitely smarter to give little pieces of it to each
person working with you. That way, if someone betrays you, the loss isn’t too great.
I don’t …” I sound like I am being strangled. “My family is all dead, or traitors; how can I …”
I am not making any sense. The sobs take over my body, my mind, everything. He gathers me to him, and bathwater soaks my legs. His
hold is tight. I listen to his heartbeat and, after a while, find a way to let the rhythm calm me.
“I’ll be your family now,” he says.
“I love you,” I say.
I said that once, before I went to Erudite headquarters, but he was asleep then. I don’t know why I didn’t say it when he could hear it.
Maybe I was afraid to trust him with something so personal as my devotion. Or afraid that I did not know what it was to love someone. But now I
think the scary thing was not saying it before it was almost too late. Not saying it before it was almost too late for me.
I am his, and he is mine, and it has been that way all along.
He stares at me. I wait with my hands clutching his arms for stability as he considers his response.
He frowns at me. “Say it again.”
“Tobias,” I say, “I love you.”
His skin is slippery with water and he smells like sweat and my shirt sticks to his arms when he slides them around me. He presses his
face to my neck and kisses me right above the collarbone, kisses my cheek, kisses my lips.
“I love you, too,” he says.
Let the guilt teach you how to behave next time,
Veronica RothShe is well practiced in the art of losing herself.
Veronica RothI love you." He frowns.
"Say it again."
"Tobias," I say. "I love you.
Thank you for your honesty.
Veronica RothI also wanted to ask you if we can talk to the Erudite you're keeping safe here," I say. "I know they're hidden, but I need access to them."
"And what do you intend to do?" she says.
"Shoot them," I say, rolling my eyes.
"That isn't funny.
Where's Marcus, Destroyer of Lives, going to meet us?
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