(Lucas’ POV)
I wanted her thrown in jail for as long as possible. I wanted her arrested and charged to the fullest. I wanted to wring her god d*mn neck.
But I wasn’t getting what I wanted. Instead, I was sitting behind a one-way mirror looking into an interrogation room where Tris sat cuffed to a thick metal hoop that was fastened to the center of the only table in the room. She looked scared, which I was glad to see. But also defiant and smug. THAT I didn’t like. Not one bit.
After a while, my dad came back. At the same time, the door to the other room opened, and I watched as Marcus escorted Tracey in and pulled a chair out for her as he helped her sit down. “What do YOU want?” Tris asked, her voice turning acidic when she said “you” as though she could convey just how much she hated
