I remembered the first time I had walked out these doors. Well, nearly walked out. I thought I was leaving, but Maxon had fought to keep me in the Section. This time, I was really going to walk out. I wrenched opens the doors. And stepped into the limo Celeste had arranged for me. It pulled away. The tears began stinging.
Maxon's POV:
By the time I had reached the gates she had long pulled away. I may not be as stubborn as America, but I was damn determined. I turned to Aspen, and issued my demand.