“He hooks a thumb in one of his belt loops and says, “How are you, Beatrice?” “Did you just call me Beatrice ?” “Thought I would give it a try.” He smiles. “Not good?” “Maybe on special occasions only. Initiation… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Beatrice," she says. "Beatrice, we have to run." She pulls my arm across her shoulders and hauls me to my feet. She is dressed like my mother and she looks like my mother, but she is holding a gun, and… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
