Chapter Fourteen
“OKAY, WHAT THE hell are you doing here?” a voice demands.
I sit on a mattress in one of the hallways. I came here to do something, but I lost my train of thought when I arrived, so I just sat down instead. I look up. Lynn—who I first met when she stomped on my toes in a Hancock building elevator—stands over me with raised eyebrows. Her hair is growing out—it’s still short, but I can’t see her skull anymore.
“I’m sitting,” I say. “Why?”
“You’re ridiculous, is what you are.” She sighs. “Get your stuff together. You’re Dauntless, and it’s time you acted like it. You’re giving us a bad reputation among the Candor.”
“How exactly am I doing that?”
“By acting like you don’t know us.”
“I’m just doing Christina a favor.”
“Christina.” Lynn snorts. “She’s a lovesick puppy. P
