It takes me about 5 minutes to absorb what just happened.
I look over at Tobias, who is sliding his shirt over his head, his hair falls in unruly patches around his face as he turns to look at me, smiling. I smile back and then remember that just seconds ago we were going to...what? What were we going to do?
I feel my stomach flip and heat rushes to my face as I look away but I know he saw me. "So... Ahh" clearing my throat I stand up and smooth the small wrinkles on my shirt to avoid looking at him. "What's all happened since-"my voice catches on the last word. He looks at me now with the stoic expression that I met him with.
"Since you sided with my father" the heat comes back making my already pale skin blotchy with shame.
"You already know that I had to do it, it’s not a bad thing" I tell him, my voice coming out husky and unsure. A few minutes ago he was saying how he saved me, how he would always be there to save me, where did this bombshell appear?
"How do I know that though? If it's not as bad as you say then why couldn't you have told me, Tris?"
He's standing closer now, much closer, close enough so I can see the line of black ink trailing it's way around the arc in his neck, his eyes now luminous instead of clouded, and I see the stumble on his jaw which is usually smooth to the touch. Unaware of my actions I reach out and rest my palm on his jaw, his eyes flutter shut, and his breath quickens, as does mine.
We stand like this for a few minutes, two blades at a stalemate, until finally he reaches his hand up and covers my hand with his, lacing his fingers between mine. "We can talk about this later" he breathes out, his breath stirs up loose strands of hair on my forehead. I sigh, relieved in knowing that the question is gone for the moment but the look in his eyes holds a promise.
Not knowing what to say I nod and start off down the dim corridor that Peter went through, leaving Tobias behind.
I hear the ruckus before I see it. The echo of voices slipping their way down the corridor pounding into my head.
They don't sound happy.
I feel my pace quicken and before I'm aware of it, I no longer hear Tobias changing behind me, my feet break into a run and my senses kick in using the voices as a compass leading me to my destination.
I'm a few yards from a thick metal door with no given handle when a tight muscled arm encircles my shoulders pulling me to a stop.