Free Four: Tobias Tells the Divergent Story (Divergent, #1.5)

by Veronica Roth

All except her, with her deliberate movements, her blond head slipping between the shoulders of taller initiates. She doesn’t try to look comfortable with the blades balancing on her palms, and that is what I like about her, that she knows these weapons are unnatural yet she finds a way to wield them.

The other factions call us brutish, as if we don’t use our minds, but that is all I do here.

She is small but strong, and her bright eyes demand attention. Looking at her is like waking up.

I can’t leave now. I like her too much. There, I said it. But I won’t say it again.