"Is it just me, or is there something very Amity about this whole thing?"

I make the remark as I slide up behind Tris, and when she looks at me, I lean over to steal a deep, lazy kiss. I do it because I enjoy it, even if public displays still make me vaguely uncomfortable. Fear is an adversary, but unease is a bully I know I can beat...and I want to enjoy everything this world has to offer, especially stolen moments with Tris.

I draw back when the furry body tucked in one arm squirms, grinning as I lift Elan into view. I've liberated her from her cage after watching her put her paws up on the side as I walk by for the fourth or fifth time.

"Not that I'm complaining...but she is." I explain, feeling ridiculous in a really good way. "Dauntless to the core, she can't stand not being part of all of the excitement."