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Tobias," I say. "It’s me.” I step forward and wrap my arms around him. His body is stiff. His heart beats faster. I can feel it against my cheek. A thud against my cheek. A thud as the gun hits the floor. He grabs my shoulders—- too hard, his fingers digging into my skin where the bullet was. I cry out as he pulls me back. Maybe he means to kill me in a crueler way. “Tris,” he says, and it’s him again. His mouth collides with mine. His arm wraps around me and he lifts me up, holding me against him…”