One chapter away from the end of Dangerous Liaisons Part 1

Wedding preparation goes full speed ahead. An unwelcome person from Erudite pops back into Eric's life, throwing a wrench into things. Jeanine drops a bomb on Eric, revealing an explosive truth. Eric learns he may just have been on the wrong trail about who is after Jade ...

***TRIGGER WARNINGS*** THIS CHAPTER IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THE FOLLOWING – POST-PARTUM DEPRESSION, SUICIDE, FORCED PARENT/CHILD SEPARATION, INFANT DEATH, PARENT DEATH

Very long chapter...read when you have plenty of time to get through it.

Enjoy!

Emmy

Eric's arms unwrap from around me, as the long, distinct beep of the council signal sounds from his phone. "What the fuck now," he grumbles, rolling on his side. My head drops back on the pillow, snuggling into it.

"Coulter...why, what's going on? ... what time? ... okay...Jade? Why?"

My eyes open at the mention of my name, rolling over to look at Eric. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, looking back at me. "...we're just waking up, but we'll be there...all right." He hangs up without another word, as I prop myself on my elbows.

"What's going on?"

"Max wants to meet with both of us before work."

"Us? Why? Are we in trouble?"

"No... he wants to talk to us about the wedding."

Puzzled, I sit up and pull the sheet around me. "Why would he want to talk to us about our wedding? Why would he give a shit?" Eric shrugs, pulling a cigarette from the pack. "I don't know, but we do need to get our shit together with it." I give a little flip of my hand.

"There's no rush...we haven't even worked out any details yet."

"I know, and we need to."

"Why?"

Eric whips his eyes to me. "What do you mean, 'why'?" he snaps. Taking issue with his tone, I lean forward. "There's no hurry, Eric...can't we just enjoy being engaged for a little bit?" Eric's eyes narrow, shaking his head.

"Why do you want to put it off?"

"I don't, I just don't see why we have to do it so soon...aren't these things supposed to take time?"

Eric's jaw sets in a firm line. "I already told you; I'm not a patient man or one for loose ends. I want us to be situated before all my time is taken up by the start of Initiation." Shrugging, I turn my palms up.

"Well shit...if it means that much, why don't we skip all the bullshit and just go sign papers at the Candor Law building?"

Eric rolls his eyes, smirking wryly. "Believe me, Jade...that would be perfectly fine with me in any other circumstance, but we have to have a traditional Dauntless wedding," he declares. Not understanding, I purse my lips. "Why?" Eric sighs, running his hand over my bare thigh.

"Because I'm on the council, and you aren't exactly considered on the low-end of Dauntless hierarchy either. It's expected we would have a traditional wedding with all the bullshit that entails," he explains. I groan loudly, falling back on the pillow.

"I thought our wedding was supposed to be about us, and what we want...why do we have to cater to what everyone else wants?"

"Because of who we are. It's one day...besides, you know you're barely going to have to do anything except show up."

A smile crosses my face, realizing what he means...he's right. Since the news of our engagement broke, my mother and friends have been going full speed ahead with ideas; from my dress to the bachelorette party, to minuscule details of the wedding ...all I'm going to have to do is give final approval. Where any other woman would be annoyed, I'm grateful.

I'm not exactly a princess...I have no idea what to do when it comes to this stuff. Thankfully, I have friends that do and I'm more than happy to let them take the reins.

Eric chuckles before picking up his lighter. "Besides...the day you become Jade Coulter is going to have to be witnessed to believed," he remarks. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I reach for my robe. "If that's what I decide to become." When he doesn't respond, I turn to see his hardened gaze.

"What do you mean?" he demands.

Shit...looks like the possibility of me keeping my name is one of those details we need to work out.

Bracing myself for the fight this will surely lead to, I draw myself up. "I mean, I haven't decided whether or not I want to drop Crawford as my last name," I say slowly. Eric's eyes flash, dropping his cigarette and stepping toward me.

"There's nothing to 'decide'...your last name will be Coulter," he grits out. Stepping forward, my temper sparks. "It will if that's what I decide...and that's my choice," I snap back. Eric's nostrils flare, anger hardening his face.

"Why wouldn't you take my name?"

"Because I find that custom archaic...my identity is Jade Crawford, who I've been my whole life."

"When we get married, we'll be starting a new life...your name will be part of that life, and it should be the same as mine."

"Eric, it's just a last name, it's not a big deal..."

Eric crosses his arms, his voice dropping to his signature lethal tone. "It's a big deal to me, Jade...you're my wife. If it's 'just a name' as you say, then there really should be no issue with taking Coulter," he argues. Just as I open my mouth to retort, reason dawns.

Eric and I will be married...sometimes, a marriage needs a compromise. It's as important to Eric that I take his name, as it's important to me to keep the last bit of my father I have left. There's no reason I can't have both...especially when Eric and I will eventually start a family, and our children will be Coulters. Just as I want to share that piece of my identity with my father, I'll want to share it with my children.

Sighing, I wrap my arms around his waist, kissing under his jaw. "Fine...after we get married, my legal registered name will be Jade Crawford Coulter, commonly referred to as Jade Coulter," I concede. His expression melts from anger into surprise, no doubt expecting quite a fight. Bringing his mouth down on mine, the heat rises between us.

"Fair negotiation...I accept," he rumbles, wrapping his arms around me fully. Pretending to huff, I roll my eyes. "Negotiation...I have a feeling there's going to be a lot of that along the way," I laugh. Eric touches his forehead to mine, giving a cocky grin.

"I'm a businessman by trade, closing deals is what I do. Negotiation is a skill I've mastered...it'll be hard to overcome me."

"Don't be so sure about that..."

"I get what I want, Jade...you know that better than anyone."

Smacking my lips together, I pretend to huff. "Just as you know I don't make it easy. You may think you got what you wanted from me..." I murmur, moving closer.

"But maybe I got you right where I wanted, without you even realizing it."

Eric's eye gleams with amusement. "Mental chess isn't a game you should play..." he murmurs, his lips pressing my throat. Giggling, I tilt my head to give him better access.

"I'm Dauntless...I like playing with fire."

"Until you get burned."

"Nah... sometimes there can be fun in a little pain."

Eric snaps his eyes to mine, excitement flashing across his face. "Remember you said that... there are some things I've been wanting to try," he rumbles, his hands starting to roam. A warm tingle washes through me, feeling my stomach clench. Untying my robe, I let it fall to the floor. Without warning I give him a swift push, falling back on the bed.

Eric's eyes devour me as I slowly crawl over him, kissing my way up. "What a coincidence..." I murmur, reaching down to stroke him. "So have I..." As we naturally tangle again, I can't help but smile to myself.

I know at least one sure-fire way to win arguments.

Max looks up as Eric and I enter his office. "Morning, sir," we both greet. An amused smirk pulls at his mouth, taking note of our flushed appearance and cheery disposition. "Morning," he chuckles, sipping his coffee. He eyes the two of us slyly, settling back in his chair.

"Already practicing for the honeymoon, I see," he quips. We both just grin, my face blushing. "Practice makes perfect sir," I giggle. Max shakes his head wryly. "Agreed...but I needed you to come up for air to handle a few matters that are time-sensitive." Getting serious, we both stop grinning and give our full attention.

"I've got you both in here for two reasons...one is your wedding, and one is Initiation. We'll start with the latter," he says. A weight drops in my stomach. I'd forgotten all about Initiation, and that I'm supposed to work for Eric...which means I'll be working for my husband... that's going to present a laundry list of problems.

Keeping our personal life out of our professional life is going to be challenging, to say the least. Maybe now that the circumstance has changed, Max will realize how this is not a good arrangement.

When I turn hopeful eyes, he seems to understand my thought process. He returns my gaze with an even expression, getting straight to the point.

"I've decided that while you were inappropriate about the way you expressed it, you were right about intimately involved compatriots working together being a conflict of interest, especially when one holds the ultimate position of authority. Though your reasons for objecting are no longer valid, the root issue is the same. Initiates should not be exposed to the personal lives of their instructors. The only thing on which they should focus is Dauntless training."

Max laces his hands in front of him. "For that purpose, you will not be a full instructor. You'll be used for demonstration purposes during certain techniques, like shooting and a few combat situations, as you did prove to be the best of your Initiation class. You'll not only be used for demonstration with the females, but in a few with the males."

Frowning in confusion, I shake my head. "What would I demonstrate with the males?" I wonder. Max smirks, glancing at Eric.

"You'll be demonstrating why one should never, ever, underestimate an opponent based on their gender or age. Aside from your mother, whom I'm also considering utilizing, you're one of the most lethal women in Dauntless. I want you to show what happens when they make that mistake."

A pleased grin spreads across my face. "With absolute pleasure, sir,' I agree. Max cups his hand to light his cigarette, exhaling slowly.

"You won't be present during other portions. I don't want my Initiates trumping up any falsehoods about why they were ranked the way they were ranked."

"What falsehoods could be concocted?"

Max chuckles with a knowing glance at Eric. "In a nutshell, I don't want some jealous little twat to say you screwed with her ranking because your husband hit on her...nor do I want some ignorant jackass to say the rankings aren't fair because Coulter thinks he has a hard-on for his wife. It's a situation that can be avoided, and it will."

His smile drains, looking at Eric. "On that note, this is something I was going to bring up in the pre-Initiation council meeting. A new rule this year; no fucking...regardless if they're fellow Initiates already involved," he decrees. Eric nods. "That goes without saying." Max clears his throat.

"We've always looked the other way when it came to Initiates fucking around during training. It seemed to be the natural way of things...however, the council agrees that should not be happening at all until after they're through. Sex should not play a factor...it's a huge distraction I won't tolerate. I want only the best of the best in this class, and I don't want the waters muddied by personal issues. That goes for the instructors as well."

My mouth puckers in understanding. "So the fact that Eric and I will be married is why...that makes sense, and it's a good decision," I say in relief. I was worried for a moment that I'd done something else to fuck up, by Max is just keeping the status quo.

"Exactly...no exceptions will be made. Fraternization of any kind is strictly forbidden. Especially for instructors."

Max leans forward, Eric meeting his eye. "Men and women will not only be trained separately, they'll also be housed separately. We've always put them together historically, but since we're now dividing by gender it makes sense to keep them completely separated. I also want you to make it abundantly clear to training staff so there's no confusion; any instructor caught with an Initiate outside of training hours, or any instance where a training exercise is not taking place, will be met with swift punishment. They'll be charged with dereliction and brought before the council. Any instructor caught in an...intimate...setting with an Initiate will immediately be charged, dismissed from their position, and will sit in a holding cell until the council decides their fate. The Initiate is automatically disqualified and dismissed from Dauntless."

My brow raises in surprise. Max is not fucking around...hopefully no instructor is stupid enough to mess with an Initiate. They'll end up factionless, simply because they couldn't keep it zipped.

Eric nods eagerly. "Agreed. I will keep a personal eye on it. If I so much as suspect one of my instructors has an inappropriate relationship with an Initiate, I will correct that situation before it becomes a situation...they won't like it," he vows. Max smirks in amusement. "I know training will be in good hands," he chuckles, Eric returning his smirk. Max's face relaxes as he picks up his coffee.

"Now for the second reason I called you here today. Firstly, congratulations...I was very pleased to hear of your engagement. It's a good fit that will benefit our faction. The news has been reached outside of Dauntless, with many of the other faction councils giving well wishes. As it turns out, we realized we find ourselves in an unprecedented situation."

I glance between Max and Eric. "Unprecedented situation?" I query. Max turns his palms up.

"There's never been a council member in any faction come into their position unwed...this will be the first council wedding in our history. As it falls in line with a possible new and beneficial society custom established, invitations to witness your nuptials will be extended to the other faction councils."

Eric and I glance at each other. "The Erudite are going to come to a Dauntless wedding?" I ask slowly, trying not to giggle. Just the thought of the looks on their faces, watching the Dauntless in their true, drunken form is a sight to see. Max gives a little flip of his hand.

"Not just the Erudite...Amity, Candor and even Abnegation councils will all be in attendance. They won't stay long after the reception, just long enough to give their congratulations and make their rounds for business. Obviously, we'll have to accommodate all the extra people. Except for the Reserve class, we anticipate every Dauntless not posted at security points throughout the city to be in attendance."

My eyes round, sinking back into my chair. "Everyone in Dauntless not on assignment...that'll be in the hundreds..." Max nods. "If not a thousand," he concurs. He takes a sip of his coffee, shifting his eyes between us.

"That's not even counting the other factions. I'd estimate the total number to be roughly 1200-1250."

Eric and I exchange a look, not knowing what to say. In comparison to the Founder's Ball, our wedding is shaping up to be the biggest event in all of society. Anxiety immediately overcomes, knowing this is bigger than I want my wedding to be. Frowning, I turn back to Max.

"There's no way that many people will fit on the roof, nor is that even safe," I realize. Max sighs, nodding in concurrence.

"You're right...which is why there will be two receptions. The traditional reception will be held at Dauntless, but the actual ceremony and formal reception will be at a larger location. Security analysis shows that the best place is on Navy Pier, at what used to be the Aon Grand Ballroom. It's sat virtually untouched since the city was closed off, but it's been preserved. We already have crews working as we speak to get it in pristine condition in time for your wedding...which will be in three weeks."

What the fuck...

My eyes pop open, turning to Eric, then back to Max. "Sir...three...three weeks? There's no way we can pull a wedding of this size together in three fucking weeks!" I exclaim, running a hand through my hair. Max glances at Eric, giving me a second to collect myself. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I squeeze my eyes shut and get myself in check.

"Sir," I begin in a calmer tone. "I can't possibly plan a wedding like this in three weeks...I need more time," I plead. Max sighs again, pressing his mouth in a line.

"Jade, believe me...I know this is going to be stressful, but it has to be done. This is not something that would even be on my radar normally, and if the circumstances were different, I wouldn't give a shit if you wanted to wait indefinitely. However, this wedding is going to provide significant opportunities for other matters to be handled within our faction, and out of it. Unfortunately, these matters are time-sensitive and your union will provide the perfect, neutral meeting spot to address them all at once. I know you're going to need significant help... I've already assigned a staff to assist, as well as call in a few favors from Erudite...another reason I called you here this morning."

Exhaling loudly, I tilt my head back. "Okay...can we make it four weeks instead of three? A month might more feasible..." Eric offers. Max is just about to speak when his buzzer sounds.

"Sir," Jason's voice crackles. "Your visitors are here."

"Show them in."

Max stands, glancing at us with a shrug. "That may be doable...we'll see what they say." Before I can ask who would have to say what, the door opens. A sickeningly sweet perfume wafts, making my nose wrinkle. Turning, I see Jeanine enter with a tall, blonde, blue-suited male with striking features. He looks familiar, though I don't think we've met. Glancing at Eric, I do a doubletake.

Eric has a look of disbelief as we both stand, his eyes narrowing. I know this look...it's the look he has when he's received a very unpleasant surprise that isn't welcome. My eyes dart between Eric and Jeanine. She's fully grinning now, her eyes locked with Eric's in a heated stare-off.

"Good day gentleman," Jeanine practically sing-songs, waltzing into the room. "Jade, my dear...good to see you again," she coos, offering her hand. Forcing myself not to recoil, I take it gingerly. Max shakes the man's hand, nodding in greeting. "Austin...glad you could join us," he greets. The man smiles, turning his attention to me. "I wouldn't miss it," he responds. He glances at Eric, giving a slight nod. Eric doesn't return it, his glare shifting back to Jeanine.

A blanket of tension coats the air, no one speaking for a long moment. Baffled by the sudden shift in mood, I'm unnerved at the way the Erudite is studying me. His blue eyes have a familiar coldness, but I can't place him. He's impeccably dressed, giving off an air of superiority typical of a highly placed official. I search my memory, trying to recall any interactions at Erudite, but can't find any. Jeanine picks up on my confusion, feigning an expression of surprise.

Her smile holds a hint of smugness, turning cold gray eyes to me. "Forgive me...I'd assumed introductions had already been made," she drawls coolly. My brows knit, glancing between them. Unless I'm imagining it, Eric seems to be warning her with his eyes.

Shifting my eyes back to the man in front of me, I'm truly confused. There's a strange energy pulsating, but I seem to be the only one not aware of what's making it generate. "Ah...no, we haven't met," I begin slowly. Jeanine licks her lower lip as the older man clears his throat. My breath catches when he smiles, something eerily familiar.

His smile doesn't quite reach his eyes while giving me a cool, swift appraisal. After adjusting his blazer, he steps closer. "Allow me to make your acquaintance, Ms. Crawford...I'd hoped to do this sooner, but Eric is understandably in demand with his duties here at Dauntless, as well as your upcoming nuptial obligations." He glances at Eric before extending his hand.

I hear Eric's sharp intake behind me when I take it... why is Eric so on edge?

His icy blue eyes pierce into me, placing his other hand on top of mine. "I'd heard you were a breath-taking beauty, but the rumors don't do you justice... I'm so pleased Eric matched with someone of such high caliber. It's an honor to our name." My eyes round, suddenly realizing what's so familiar. He nods, his cold smile stretching.

"Austin Coulter...Eric's father."

Explosive silence falls as a full, satisfied grin spreads over Jeanine's face. My eyes shift wildly between Eric and...his father...trying to keep my jaw from hitting the floor. Austin's smile is as cold as his son's, the same calculating features about him.

Thunderstruck, I'm unable to find my voice before forcing myself to snap out of it. "Mr. Coulter..." I finally manage to get out. I pull my hand from Austin's before Eric has a chance to pull it out himself, which he seemed to be on the verge of doing.

"Please, call me Austin...though we're of separate factions, we're still family."

Austin finally turns his attention to Eric, giving the same appraisal he did me. "You look well, Eric. Your mother sends her regards. She wanted to accompany me today, but had a pressing matter in the lab," he says Disgust flashes across Eric's face as he looks him up and down.

"Oh...Cecilia is still alive? Hmm," he spits petulantly.

This time Max and I exchange a look of surprise. There's no love lost in their family...must be quite a story there. Eric's eyes narrow, rubbing his jaw. "What brings you to Dauntless, Austin? You've always detested this faction," he snaps. An amused twinkle dawns in his Austin's eye, an uncanny resemblance to his son.

"While that holds true, I'm willing to make an exception for my son's wedding...as well as meeting my new daughter. Something that ideally would've occurred before now," he responds icily, giving Eric a once-over.

Austin turns his cold smile back to me, making a shiver go down my spine. "This fortunately is a mix of business and pleasure. As it turns out, I'll have a prominent hand in the preparation for your wedding," he states smoothly. He glances at Eric again, seeming to enjoy his son's discomfort. He answers my question before I can ask it.

"I'm the head of architecture and building restoration at Erudite. I oversee all construction in the city, as well as planning and development. Restoring the Aon to its former glamour is my latest project, one I was glad to receive."

Eric's chest begins to rise and fall, though he keeps himself composed. "Well isn't that just splendid...and here I thought we'd never see each other again," he sneers. Father and son lock eyes, both seeming to forget there're other people in the room. A cold grin spreads across Austin's face, a chuckle heard under his breath.

"I see some things never change...you never were one to see beyond to the bigger picture. Dauntless was clearly the right choice."

As Eric seethes, Jeanine doesn't bother to contain her amusement. "Give your son his due credit, Austin...he knew his true place in society was as it's brawn, not its mastermind. Familial attachment didn't cloud his judgment. Despite coming from scholarly roots, his apple fell in the Dauntless lot of life," she states in her condescending tone. Her smile drains, her cold eyes narrowing.

"Though sometimes, it behooves one's self to be reminded of their place...by unorthodox means, if necessary."

As Jeanine and Eric wage their silent war, Max clears his throat. "We were just discussing the wedding, actually," he begins, trying to break the icy tension in the room. He glances at me, raising his brow in a silent gesture to give him a hand. "Ah, yes, we were...I have some concerns with the time slot," I state in a light tone. Austin finally turns his gaze, the intensity of his eyes slicing through me.

"Indeed, Jade...do share them."

"For starters, there's no possible way I can pull a wedding of this magnitude together in only three weeks...I need more time."

"How much do you anticipate?"

Glancing at Eric, I turn my palms up. "At the very least a month, if not two. I understand there's a staff already able to assist, but some things need a little more personal attention. Max was just explaining how out of the norm this wedding is going to be...and I'm afraid I'm a little out of my element when it comes to certain requisites of something like this," I explain sheepishly.

Austin nods, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "I agree...an extra few weeks would give ample time for any last-minute touches. If I have a clearer idea of your vision, it may permit me to expedite certain plans." With another smug glance at his son, he turns his spine-chilling smirk back on me.

"Though today was just a brief encounter that coincided with my schedule, I'll be seeing quite a bit of you from today to the wedding. I also look forward to meeting your parents...another long-overdue introduction. Perhaps a dinner should be arranged, one my wife's schedule will permit her to attend. Would your parents be agreeable? I'd prefer the first time I meet your father not be when he's walking you down the aisle."

Austin's smirk loses a degree of warmth when I don't return it. He tilts his head to the side curiously, trying to figure out why Eric suddenly has a murderous glare trained on him. As I gather my composure a painful stab needles my heart, not liking the direction this topic could lead. "My father died a few years ago...my mother will be escorting me," I respond quietly, praying my upset isn't showing on my face.

Austin exhales, his smile draining. "My regrets, Jade...I wasn't aware and was being presumptive," he apologizes, glancing disdainfully at his son. Catching the look between Eric and his father, I see a common trait between them...neither like being caught off guard or appearing unprepared. Eric clears his throat as his arm slips around my waist.

"As spectacular as this has been, Jade and I both have a full schedule today. We must get back to it..."

Eric steps in front of me, seeming to shield me from his father. "As I'm sure you can appreciate, I'm a very busy man with my duties here, as is my wife. Any matters not of pressing concern should be relayed through our assistants. There's no need to communicate directly...I wouldn't want you to take time from your day when I'm sure you have more important tasks to attend that are better serving of your interest," he spits.

As Eric ushers me towards the door, an amused smirk pulls at his father's mouth. "It's good to see you, son," he chuckles, his smug tone unmistakable. His eyes shift to me, giving a small nod. "Jade," he drawls, another similarity he shares with his son. "Austin," I return, not smiling. I let Eric lead me out the door, wisely giving him a moment to collect himself.

We make our way out of HQ wordlessly, Eric's fury practically radiates around him. Sighing under my breath, this is unfortunately a reaction I recognize...it's the same way I feel whenever my father is brought up. As we step onto the elevator, he exhales loudly.

"It's not up for discussion...I don't want to talk about him," Eric growls, breaking the silence. Inhaling sharply, I turn with a neutral face. "Of course you don't...and we won't unless that's what you want." I hold his surprised gaze, shrugging nonchalantly.

"The subject of one's father is closed in our house, not up for discussion on either side. You think I, of all people, don't understand and respect that?"

Eric's face relaxes, pulling me into his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck, giving him a fleeting kiss. "Whatever life you had before me is not my concern. I've never asked about your family because if you wanted to talk about it, you would...you don't so that's that until you decide otherwise," I declare. Eric sighs, touching his forehead to mine.

"Believe me, Jade...some stories are better left forgotten and untold."

I'm finishing an email when my intercom buzzes. "Jade, your car is ready," Kaia's voice crackles. She's my temporary assistant while I insisted Ashley take early maternity leave. She's going to have her boys any day now, and I don't want them born in my office.

"Tell them to give me five minutes."

I power down my computer and organize my files, making sure I have all my necessary forms. "Birth registration...faction registration...levels completion diploma...certificate of successful completion of Dauntless Initiation...updated faction data...ok, it's all here," I murmur, placing them into my case.

Since there's a lot of bureaucratic bullshit that goes with obtaining a marriage certificate, Eric and I thought it best to jump on it. Once I turn in my forms and Eric does the same, formalities will be expedited. What's a pain the ass, is that we can't have assistants do it for us, it must be done in person and our photos must be taken to ensure there's no fraud.

The thought of that amuses me, and I can't help but chuckle. As if there were any woman as insane as I am to marry Eric Coulter...but the same could be said for Eric about me.

Kaia looks up as I leave my office. "Did I get everything you needed?" I nod. "Yes...thank you. I'll be at Candor probably for a while, then I have some errands to run. I won't be back for the rest of the day, so if you want to head home a little early go for it." Kaia exhales loudly, scanning her desk and computer. "Are you sure? Is there anything you'd like me to get a head start on? I don't mind staying." I smile in reassurance. Kaia is a little nervous to be working in HQ, as she's a former Erudite and a perfectionist at heart. Going home early is probably unheard of in her native faction.

"Yes, Kaia, I'm sure. Text me if you need anything."

"Okay...I'll check work email every hour just to make sure and I'll have my cell on me if you need anything."

"You do that...have a good night."

Stifling my grin as I leave, I wonder how long it's going to take her to realize this isn't Erudite. I like Kaia but inclined to tell her it's safe to remove the stick from her ass now. I'm nowhere near as uptight as those Erudite bitches all trying to lick Jeanine's asshole, frothing at the mouth for her approval.

As I near the exit of the tunnel, two guards stand by the transport sedan waiting for me. I still can't figure out why Max won't allow me to take the train. He insists both me and my mother are to be driven anywhere we need to go, which isn't the Dauntless way. When questioned, he said that extra security measures needed to be taken as I will be the wife of a Dauntless leader. While that's true for most of the Dauntless wives, it's only loosely enforced.

"Okay...that sort of makes sense, by why Tamra? She's not a council wife..." I'd asked. Max narrowed his eyes, silently reminding me his decisions are not to be challenged. "She's the mother-in-law of a councilman, kin by marriage. It applies to her, and that's the only answer you need," he snapped. I dropped it there, but it didn't explain anything.

Sighing, I nod in greeting. "Hey, Jade," the soldier says. When I go to grab the door handle, he quickly does it for me. "Let me get that." He opens the door, gesturing inside. Jesus...I can't ride the train, and now I can't even open my door? Chivalry isn't exactly a thing in Dauntless, but as Max stated, I will be a councilman's wife and a certain level of privilege and respect is an unspoken rule. Though annoyed, I better get used to it.

"Jade..." a voice calls behind me as I move to get in the car. Turning, a tingle goes down my spine.

Austin flashes the smile he shares with his son, straightening his suit jacket. "Tell them to wait," he orders his assistant, also the same commanding tone Eric uses. Forcing myself to give a polite smile, I stay rooted in my spot as he nears. "Austin," I state coolly, not interested in any exchanges without Eric present...something tells me Eric would agree.

Giving the same once-over he did earlier, he stops a little closer than necessary. "I'm glad I got to see you again before I left...I just wanted to say what a pleasure it was to finally meet you," he says smoothly. Not really knowing how to respond, I keep my forced smile intact. "Yes, I'm sure you've been curious...unfortunately, Eric has never mentioned you," I respond, not bothering with pleasantries. A sly smirk pulls at the corners of his mouth as he chuckles under his breath.

"No, I don't presume he would...I'd be tremendously astonished if he had."

My smile drains as an uneasy feeling comes over me. I was right not to question Eric about his father, as we share the same experiences growing up. That's not something I'd ever want to be reminded of, and I don't blame Eric for wanting me to be shielded from it.

"Well, as pleasing as it was to make your acquaintance, I have an appointment at Candor and can't be late. Good day to you, Austin." My tone drips with sarcasm, but I can't be bothered to hide it. As I start to turn, Austin places his hand on the hood.

"You're going to Candor? That's on my way back to Erudite, it'd be my pleasure to take you."

"Thank you, Austin, but that isn't necessary."

"It's no bother. I insist..."

The next thing I know, Austin gently grips my arm and pulls me back. "I'll be escorting Ms. Crawford," he orders at the guards, shutting the door. The guard looks at me for confirmation. Just as I open my mouth to sharply remind him that we're in Dauntless, not Erudite and he has no authority here, I stop myself just in time. If I piss off a high-ranking Erudite, that could get back to Max and I'll be in trouble.

I might be in trouble anyway when Eric finds out I was with his father without him present.

Clenching my jaw, I give a small nod. "Go on...I'll call dispatch when I need to be picked up." The guards glance at each other with a shrug. "Okay," he says slowly, his eyes shifting between us. Austin holds out his arm. "Shall we?" Rolling my eyes as I once again force a tight smile, I take it. His assistant opens the door as we get near, offering his hand. They don't think women are capable of doing something as simple as walking or getting in a car, I muse silently.

The rich aroma of air freshener and expensive alcohol is faintly detected. Austin slides into the seat across from me, his piercing gaze settling on me once again. Once his assistant is settled in the front seat, Austin activates the privacy screen. Once we're secluded, his eyes rove over me. "Can I offer you a drink?" he asks, reaching for the scotch decanter. "Just water, please." After he pours a crystal glass, I take it from him gingerly. Austin continues to study me, again in Eric's same fashion.

"I'm glad we have this opportunity to get more acquainted, Jade. I must admit I've been curious. It's been said you're an exceptional woman, not what one would expect of your native tribe. I'm pleased that my son made such a suitable match, benefitting both of our factions," he compliments in a low voice. My eyes narrow, realizing he needs to put in check.

"I suppose it's fortunate you deem me worthy, however...while your approval of me might mean something to you, I can assure you it means absolutely nothing to my husband."

Austin was in the middle of taking a sip, but his hand stops in the air. Visibly surprised, he raises his brow. "Again, another facet I would not reasonably anticipate," he finally responds, tossing it back. "I gather you ascertained that was my presence here was not exactly welcome by Eric. Not that he made any attempt to conceal his disdain for me. They say time is the salve that heals all, but unfortunately not in every circumstance," he states. Taking a sip, I eye him over the brim. Settling it beside me, I harden my stare.

"While the Erudite pride themselves on being esoteric in their communication and mannerisms, one doesn't have to be a mental giant to discern that Eric hates the very air you breathe. Why I don't know, nor will I ask him. It will be his story to tell when and if he chooses. For the sake of full transparency, let me make something crystal clear. I don't know what your agenda is in showing up here, knowing the contentious relationship, or... lack thereof now...you have with Eric. He doesn't want you here or in his life...if you are considering using me as a pawn to get to him, don't waste your time or mine. Despite what you may believe and have been told your entire life, Dauntless women are not as ignorant as you'd surmise."

Leaning back, I cross my legs and lace my hands over my knee. "However...we are every bit as savage and brutal as they claim when it comes to protecting the ones we love. Let me go ahead and warn you now," I rumble, my tone ominously dark. Sitting up straighter, my eyes narrow almost to slits.

"If your intentions toward reconnecting with your son are in any way nefarious, causing discord or humiliation, I will rain down an ungodly fucking fire upon you, of which you will never recover. Don't let your status in Erudite deceive you...nor my youth or limited experience in social politics. I am a powerful woman in Dauntless as it is, and I have ways of making things happen in Dauntless, and out of it. Though you Erudites love a good experiment, this is one I strongly encourage you to avoid. Have I made myself clear?"

Austin gapes for a long time before a slow smile spreads across his face. "You have, Jade." Taking another sip of his scotch he looks down. When his eyes rise to mine, a strange look has dawned.

"Though your first impression of me may have been tainted by my son's demeanor, let me reassure you. I have no ill will toward him, or you. I'm glad he's found his mate in life, one that loves him as fiercely as he loves her. I can't help but be reminded of his mother...she was just like you," he states quietly. The unmistakable pain in his voice catches me off guard...that's not what I'd expect. Something occurs, making me tilt my head.

"Was...don't you mean is?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"You said his mother 'was' like me..."

Austin quickly remembers himself, taking another sip. "I misspoke, Jade. A minor slip of the tongue." Deciding to take that at face value, I drop it. Austin glances out the window as skyscrapers loom over us. Again turning his eyes to me, I match his hardened gaze.

"Though I'm certain Eric never disclosed any information about his family in Erudite, I admittedly was not a perfect father. I made many missteps along the way, but Eric still attained high status in adulthood. He achieved a level of success in which I can take pride, knowing my guidance was useful, if only partially," he states in a deep tone.

My eyes narrow, shaking my head in refusal. Finishing the last of my water, I set it down forcefully. "No Austin...I don't think you can," I snarl.

"While I concede Eric clearly inherited his Machiavellian nature from you, that's where your involvement ends. Everything Eric has become is of his own doing and hard work. He's made a name for himself in Dauntless, establishing himself as a leader and a force to be reckoned with. He makes decisions that one would never want to have to make, but he does it with ease and no hesitation. Make no mistake, Austin...Eric is a powerful, successful man in spite of your shortcomings as a parent, not because of them. With that said, one of my pet peeves is when someone tries to take credit for someone else's accomplishment."

Austin's jaw clenches, making him look so much like Eric right now it's astounding. "Duly noted," he snaps in a hardened tone. To my relief, the Candor glass building comes into view. As the car comes to a rolling stop, I reach for the handle. The door is opened before I can do it myself, making my eyes roll. I take the hand offered, quickly getting out of this uncomfortable situation.

Austin appears on the sidewalk, looking as if he intends to go in with me. "I've got it, thank you," I dismiss, refusing his offered arm. This asshole gives me the creeps, and I'm eager to put some distance between us. Austin's cold smile spreads again, nodding dramatically. "Until we meet again, Jade...give my regards to Eric." With one last lingering gaze, he turns toward the car. Once he's ushered inside, I quickly head toward the security scanner.

As the laser roves while reading my credentials, the heat of Austin's gaze from his still parked car is felt. After granted access, I quickly hurry toward the entrance. Only once the doors start to close behind me his car finally takes off. Shuddering, I adjust my bag and look for the front desk.

Now I'm under the microscope of two fucking creepy Erudites ...lucky me.

Later that afternoon, I quickly hurry toward Leah's section. Now that the clock is ticking, things have to go at warp speed. This one task won't annoy me so much, however.

I'm about to have a fitting for my wedding dress.

Leah has been busting her ass with the designs and preparation, ever since I told her of my engagement. Though she groaned at first, knowing this would take up even more time than the Founder's Ball, I know she secretly loves it. It will be the first wedding gown she's made for a non-pregnant bride, and her talent will be in full display.

Samantha and Tamra look up as I come bursting into the room, juggling five coffees in my hand. "Oh good...I was hoping you'd bring that," Samantha says, eagerly taking the one I hand her. "Hey baby girl," Tamra greets. She takes my bag from me, helping me get organized.

"You want some coffee?" I ask, offering her one. She nods eagerly. "Don't mind if I do..." I hand her a steaming cup, trying to catch my breath. "Where's the others?" Samantha shrugs, taking a sip. "Rachel is on her way. Leah said she had to gather more beads or something and will be right back. Fair warning, she's in full 'Leah' mode, so stay the fuck out of her way "she jests. I grin, taking a sip of my own. "I wouldn't dare." Tamra takes a sip, tilting her head thoughtfully.

"Where do you get this?"

"Eric gets it from a place in Amity, but I don't know exactly where...why?"

"I don't know...I just feel different after I drink it. Weirdly relaxed or something..."

"I thought it was just me, but the girls say the same thing."

Samantha nods. "Yeah, you know...ever since you've been bringing these, I get a headache if I don't have one. Caige also said I've been in an unusually good mood lately, though I haven't noticed." Giggling, I set my mug down. "Something tells me coffee has nothing to do with your good mood," I tease. Samantha grins suggestively, taking a sip.

"Well, it doesn't hurt that Caige is a giver in the morning if you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean, but I still want details," I demand playfully.

Samantha shrugs with a tilt of her head. "What can I say? The man fucks like making me cum is the only thing that will save his life...and I'm not mad about it," she laughs. Tamra rolls her eyes with a grin. "Ah...to be young and flexible again," she sighs dramatically. "But seriously, it seems like there's magic in this," she muses, taking another sip.

"Probably some super-strong strain of weed," I guess with a grin. "I need something to calm me down after the morning I had." My mom looks up over the brim.

"What happened?"

"Well...for starters, I met my future father-in-law."

Tamra and Samantha glance at each other. "You met who?" They ask in unison. Sighing, I take a sip. "Eric's father came from Erudite with Jeanine this morning... he's the head of architecture at Erudite. As such...he's overseeing the repairs and reconstruction of our wedding venue. Let me tell you though...this wasn't exactly good news to Eric."

"Has Eric ever mentioned his Dad before?" Samantha asks.

"Not a word. As soon as his father walked through that door, the hard-ass Eric we all knew from Initiation was out in force. The room was like fucking ice...I thought for a second there might be a situation. Eric doesn't even call him 'Dad', he calls him Austin." Tamra's mouth suddenly rounds, her eyes shifting. "Holy shit... Eric Coulter... is Austin Coulter's kid...how did I not make the connection before," she murmurs. My eyes whip to hers expectedly.

"You know Eric's father?" She nods, taking a sip. "I was in school with him. He's older than me, but we had a few classes together. No wonder Eric always looked so familiar." Curiosity gets the best of me, hoping my mother can answer the questions I can't ask Eric.

"What was he like?"

"Typical Erudite...cocky, arrogant, intelligent on a whole different level."

"Ah...apples and trees..."

"Exactly. Was anything said about his mother?"

"I don't know, but I did hear Eric say her name was Cecilia."

"Hmm...Cecilia Coulter doesn't ring a bell, but I would maybe know her by her maiden name."

Rolling my eyes, I toss my hands in the air. "Oh, that's another thing...he and Eric's mother want to have some sort of fucked-up family dinner before the wedding," I say in disgust. Tamra shrugs non-committedly. "I'll do it if you want, but I take that to mean you'll be declining." Shaking my head, I pick up my coffee.

"Yeah...that will not be happening. Suffering through an awkward dinner while having to keep the knives out of Eric's reach, is right there with 'bleaching my asshole' on my list of priorities," I snark. "Besides, the man hasn't done any real research on me or Eric, and I don't want him to say anything that'll set Eric off."

"Like what?" Tamra asks.

"He said he didn't want the first time he met Daddy, to be when he was walking me down the aisle."

Tamra visibly pales, her good mood fading. Cursing myself and my insensitivity, I place my hand on her arm. "I'm sorry, Mom...I spoke without thinking." Tamra exhales loudly, a soft smile pulling at her mouth.

"Don't be sorry for me, baby girl...my heart just hurts for you. I know he would've wanted to be there, just as much as you would've wanted him to be," she murmurs. Pulling my mom into a quick hug, I gently kiss her cheek. "Mom...he may not be there physically, but he'll be there in spirit. I know how much he loved us, and he'll be watching from wherever other world he is," I comfort.

To my relief, Rachel comes bustling through the door, flushed and slightly disheveled. "Hey...sorry I'm late," she breathes, a sheepish smile stretching her face. We all glance at each other in amusement, shaking our heads wryly. She turns her palms up, unable to get rid of her smile.

"Sebastian got off shift early, we went for a bite," she explains, though none of us asked for one. Unable to help myself I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh, though there's no doubt you both 'ate'..." I tease. Her face turns as red as her hair. "I'll have you know, that's not all we do," she pretends to huff with a sly smile. She takes the coffee I hand her, sinking into the couch. "Of course not...you have a natural scent of sex and secondhand cigarette smoke," I mock innocently.

Desperate to change the subject, she ignores me and takes a sip. "What are we talking about why we wait for Leah? You all look surprised." Grimacing, I sigh loudly.

"Oh, nothing...I was just telling them about my soon-to-be father in law I met this morning," I respond, taking a sip. Rachel's eyes round, not expecting that. "Whoa...Eric has a father? Like, a real human father? Did he have fangs? Were his eyes glowing red or anything?" She teases. I can't help but crack a grin, as that's a question I would've asked a year ago.

"No, he's human...though Eric certainly seemed to think he was the devil."

"What was he doing here?" Rachel asks.

"That's another thing I was going to tell you."

My eyes sweep over them, telling them the details of this morning. Samantha shakes her head incredulously, taking a sip of her coffee. "You can't be serious..." she murmurs. Shrugging, I roll my eyes again.

"Believe me, I wish I wasn't."

"Max seriously wants you to pull an entire wedding together in that little time?"

"If it were up to me, we throw a traditional wedding out the window and just go to Candor and sign the damn license at the courthouse. He's fucking crazy...we did end up finally settling on a little over a month."

"What's the big hurry?"

"None from me...but Max wants to use it as a neutral meeting spot for business, and Eric says he wants us to be 'situated' before the start of Initiation. I can't fight them both."

"What do you mean 'situated'?"

"Eric wants us married and moved into the new house before all his time is taken up by Initiation."

Slapping my thighs slightly, I stand. "Looks like I'll be wearing this sooner than I expected..." I unzip the black bag hanging on Leah's dress rack, pulling out my wedding dress in its beginning stage. Right now, it's got the black and garnet beading hemming the black satin. Leah insists that it has to be tailored and designed while on me, so she can get her vision just right.

Turning toward the mirror I hold the dress to my frame, trying to get a feel for it. "What do you guys think so far?" Rachel smiles, sipping her coffee. "I think you could wear a bag of flour and it would be stunning," she laughs. Tamra sighs, her eyes becoming misty. "You're going to make a gorgeous bride, baby girl," she whispers.

Samantha is about to say something when her smile fades. She's looking past my shoulder, suddenly looking uncomfortable. Turning to see what caught her attention, my heart jumps painfully.

Ayden stands just outside the door, rooted in his spot. His eyes pierce into me, filled with a mixture of sorrow and rage as he realizes what I'm doing. Finally managing to tear his eyes away, he stalks off down the rocky path. A blanket of tension coats the air, no one wanting to address the elephant in the room.

Rachel finally turns to me with sympathetic eyes. "You okay?" she asks softly. Forcing a smile, I nod a little too eagerly. "Yes... I'm fine. He's entitled to feel however he wants to feel...that's none of my business and quite frankly, not my responsibility," I murmur, swallowing the lump in my throat as another heavy silence falls.

"Besides...I can't do that anymore," I declare quietly, breaking the tension. They all share the same glance. "You can't do what?" Samantha asks. Sighing as I look up, I catch my lip between my teeth, shaking my head.

"I can't let my guilt over something I can't change fuck with my head any longer. Yes, it's fucked up what I did to Ayden, but I'm not going to pretend like what happened wasn't for the best. It's time for me to move on from all that...this might sound callous, but Ayden and his life are no longer my concern. What is my concern, is starting my marriage off the right way...that means letting go of shit from the past that no longer matters."

Surprised, they all slowly nod their heads in agreement. "You're absolutely right, Jade..." Tamra agrees. She pensively inspects the hem of my gown, taking a deep breath. "Believe me...I know how past transgressions can haunt you, but all you can do is move forward." Giving a tight smile, I turn toward the mirror.

I'm not going to live my life in regret and shame. While I'll always feel guilty on some level, I've learned how important it is to leave that part of my life in the past. Hopefully, Ayden will one day learn to leave me behind too and accept a simple truth.

I made my choice...it wasn't him.

ERIC

Eric stalks through the Pit on the way to his office, flicking his cigarette to the side. Others hurriedly step out of his way, his telltale glower giving the warning not to cross him right now. The rushing water from the chasm partially drowns out his thoughts, giving minimal relief to the rage flowing through his entire being. He stops by the railing, taking several deep breaths while trying to get himself under control.

He's been on edge ever since this morning, knowing Jeanine and Austin dared to enter his faction...knowing both weren't wanted. He knew...he just fucking knew...Jeanine would pull her bullshit at the most inopportune time. Bringing his father here, knowing the history between them, was a strategic move on her part.

Trying to shove those thoughts from his mind, he heads toward his office. After he turns on his computer, he begins to sort through his email when Brady buzzes the intercom.

"Yeah?"

"Jeanine Matthews is here to see you."

Fury roils in Eric's veins, again making his vision tint red. Opening his mouth to instruct Brady to tell her 'fuck off', he stops himself just in time. He's sick of this and wants it over...the only way to do that is to come to some sort of terms. The only other option is to put a bullet in her head, and that wouldn't be very prudent at this particular moment.

"Send her in."

Jeanine saunters through the door Brady opens, raising her brow when Eric doesn't stand. "Coffee...brown sugar," she orders over her shoulder. Eric immediately shakes his head, cutting eyes to him. "Don't bother...this won't take long," he snaps. Jeanine's nostrils flare, not used to being overruled. Brady smirks as he closes the door, glancing between the two faction leaders murdering each other with their eyes.

"He doesn't work for you...don't bark orders at my staff. We're not in Erudite."

Jeanine's eyes narrow, her carefully controlled anger brimming. Eric flips his hand impatiently, gesturing to the chair across from him. Jeanine gracefully sinks into it, placing her computer case beside her. Not in the mood for her antics, Eric gets straight to the point. "What the fuck do you want, Jeanine? Why are you here?" Jeanine inhales sharply, again not accustomed to being spoken to so abrasively.

"I believe it's time we cleared the air, Eric. Initiation is right around the corner, and we still have some kinks to sort. Our petty strife shouldn't impede more crucial matters," she states matter-of-factly.

Eric leans back in his chair, shaking his head with a mirthless chuckle. "Petty strife? Is that how you intend to downplay your asinine plot for revenge?" Jeanine's eyes hold a brief flicker of confusion.

"I thought a reunion with your father to be long past due. Familial attachment isn't severed by the mere defection of a faction...Austin is still your father, regardless of your acrimonious history," Jeanine answers smugly. Eric's eyes narrow, his temper threatening to erupt. The nerve of this bitch to sit across from him, plotting to have Jade kidnapped and trying to guise it as a business meeting... has him seeing red. Don't let this bitch bait you, he sternly reminds. He can't lose control again...there're cameras in here, and this will end the way it should have that day in her office.

This time, he'll kill her.

Jeanine carefully crosses her ankles, the beginning of an amused smirk pulling at her lips. "Though you may think I had nefarious intentions by asking Austin to accompany me, I assure you, that wasn't the case. Austin's presence was required, as his position in Erudite is pertinent to your wedding. Max requested the preparations be expedited, and your father does oversee all construction and architecture in the city. He would've been present regardless. However, I did see this an opportunity to mend certain...misconceptions...regarding our arrangement," she states icily. Holding Eric's gaze, she leans forward.

"I realize that things were said in the heat of the moment. Most of them can be duly credited to an impetuous loss of temper...however, some were made as a direct result of lack of fundamental facts. Facts, that ideally should've been disclosed during your formative years."

Jeanine's eyes drop to her computer case. She pulls a file from the side pocket, placing it in front of Eric. "Better late than never, I suppose," she purrs, nodding toward it. Eric scowls in irritation, glancing at the file then back at Jeanine.

"I have neither the time nor desire for your bullshit. What is this?"

"Open it and see for yourself."

Eric sneers, trying to resist the urge to pull his gun from the desk drawer. Though tempted to throw it back at her in blatant defiance, his curiosity gets the best of him. Flipping it open, an image of a blonde, delicate-featured woman stares up. Eric narrows his eyes, sensing something familiar about her, but unable to place it. His eyes scan down her dossier, not knowing what it is Jeanine wants him to see.

Name: Lyla Monroe

Native Faction: Erudite

Occupation: Assistant

Status – Deceased

Cause of Death – Self-inflicted gunshot

Faction at Time of Death: None – defected on self-volition

Spouse: None

Children: None

With his patience run out, Eric throws the file on his desk. "In the interest of saving time, stop playing games and tell me whatever the fuck it is you think some dead, factionless piece of shit holds that would be relevant to me," he snarls.

Never breaking eye contact, Jeanine laces her hands primly before her.

"To give a concise answer, the first thing I'd like to do is revisit your earlier statement about not being in my debt...a statement that's been plaguing me since that unfortunate scuffle in my office. As aforementioned in hindsight, I've come to realize your reaction was perfectly reasonable, considering the limited information you'd been given. With that being said, I think it's time you were informed of the truth regarding the authentic roots of your origin."

Jeanine settles back into her chair, her eyes taking a familiar coldness. "For the sake of full transparency, let me begin by telling you of your parents, and how they found their way to each other. I'll start with Cecilia," she states coolly, smug satisfaction creeping into her tone.

Eric rolls his eyes in irritation. "As much elation as talking about that frigid cunt brings me, I don't give a shit about anything regarding her. As far as I'm concerned, the only attachment we ever had was cut the day I was born," Eric snaps, an uneasy feeling starting to creep over him. An amused, evil grin spreads slowly across Jeanine's face. Putting a hand to her mouth, she can't help but giggle.

"What the fuck is so funny?" Eric demands. Jeanine waves her hand, her laughter subsiding. "I just appreciate good irony, is all." Exhaling loudly, she once more sets her gaze before her. "Trust me, Eric...though this may seem tedious, I need to present all facts for it to make sense...so do me the courtesy of permitting me to speak, as well as not behaving like a recalcitrant adolescent, " she commands, her expression icing over again.

"Now where was I...oh, yes. Cecilia. A true shining star in Initiation. Top of her class, my most promising Initiate. Her thesis on stem cell research presented boundless opportunities in the field of medicine. She was on the verge of a breakthrough, specifically in terms of a cure for cancer. She was and still is, vital to Erudite's credos and ideals. Academically and intellectually, she's flawless...unfortunately, the same cannot be said for her physically."

Jeanine leans back, her tone becoming reminiscent.

"By the end of Cecilia's Initiation process, there was only one thing left to do before joining Erudite as a full-fledged member; her physical and genetic screening. Every test came back normal as expected, except for one...her probability of fertility. Upon further testing, it was diagnosed that Cecilia had a condition known as Diminished Ovarian Reserve...depleted eggs then an onset of premature menopause, though she was a young woman. It was determined that Cecilia had less than a five percent chance of ever conceiving or carrying a child to term...as few eggs she did possess had little viability."

Rising gracefully from her chair, Jeanine makes her way to the coffee canister at the end of Eric's desk. After helping herself, she turns to face Eric.

"As you know, procreation is a faction requirement. Failure to produce, or inability to produce, promptly is grounds for exile...a bit harsh in my opinion, but it wasn't my mandate. Nevertheless, I was presented with quite a complex dilemma. Cecilia, a true intellectual with infinite potential to fulfill our Founders' prophecies of recreating our world for the better, would have to be dismissed on a technicality. That was not something I was prepared to allow without searching for any possible remedy...which brings me to the relevance of Lyla Monroe."

Sinking slowly back into her chair, she leans over and takes the file from Eric. Her nose wrinkles in contempt, studying the beautiful face in the photograph. She tosses it back on Eric's desk, shaking her head.

"In contrast to Cecilia, Lyla was admitted to Erudite by the very skin of her teeth a year earlier. She made the cut by scoring a literal point higher than the failed Initiates, securing a place in Erudite at the very bottom. She was not qualified for any prestigious positions, so she was assigned the task of being an assistant...to your father. To condense a protracted narrative, things between Lila and your father inevitably went from professional to personal, as is the natural way of closely involved colleagues. However, Austin always knew that it would never be more than satisfying natural carnal needs. Predictably, Lyla was not on the same page."

Jeanine rolls her eyes, her face twisting in a condescending sneer. "In conformity of human nature, she let her romantic feelings overrule logic. She foolishly allowed herself to believe Austin loved her, while simultaneously knowing someone of her low caliber would never be united openly with a man of your father's prominence. She was too blinded by her infatuation to see that Austin was already married to his profession...it would, and always will take first place on his list of priorities. A man such as Austin Coulter has no time or interest in such trivial things as personal relationships...they're more of a nuisance and not necessary to the pursuit of knowledge. A sentiment, I understand and share," she muses.

Jeanine takes a sip of coffee, eying him over the brim before continuing. "Sometimes a leader has to do what's best for the faction, in direct defiance of set precedents. Necessary choices have to be made, lawfully or not...but with scrutiny before execution," she explains.

"I recognized in Lyla, a way to alleviate Cecilia's unfortunate plight and tie up any loose ends with Austin. To that end, I arranged a simple bargain; Cecilia would wed your father, providing each other a proper marriage partner necessary for their political images. As for the next phase, I had the advantage in knowing Lyla loved Austin and would do anything to remain close to him... the only explanation of why she'd agree to the solution I presented to do so."

Eric rolls his eyes impatiently. "While this is fascinating, can you get to the fucking point if you have one? I have things to do," he barks. For an inexplicable reason, this conversation is making him uncomfortable. Jeanine rolls her eyes, her frustration showing. "If you would shut your fucking mouth and let me make it, I could," she growls. Surprise spreads over Eric's face. He's never heard Jeanine use profanity before. Jeanine takes a deep breath before continuing.

"Simply put, Lyla would supply what Cecilia most likely could not; the birth of a child. I gave her a simple choice; act as a surrogate, nurture the child in all necessary ways during pregnancy to ensure a healthy birth. After the child was born, I would continue to allow her to be Austin's assistant and remain in his life the only way she'd be able. They could do as they wished...discreetly...as much as they wanted. I could wager my life on Cecilia being less than interested in her husband's extramarital conduct, so there would be no issue there. They would make their obligatory appearances as husband and wife at events that called for such, but that is where their obligation ends. What the other chooses to engage behind closed doors with whomever, is really of no concern or interest...it was a perfect arrangement."

Jeanine's satisfied, signature smugness creeps into her tone. "As it turned out, the procedure would be a guaranteed success...though not in the way we intended. After Lyla's pre-examination prior to attempted implantation of Cecilia's fertilized egg, the obstetrician's report showed that unbeknownst to Lyla, she was already pregnant...with Austin Coulter's child."

Her smile grows, watching the stunned disbelief transform Eric's features. Jeanine picks an invisible piece of lint from the hem of her dress, settling her hands over her knee.

"From my particular vantage point, this was the ideal outcome. As it was identified by discreet means and kept confidential, it benefitted all parties. With that said, I deemed it illogical and unnecessary to disclose true parentage. As Cecilia's obstacle in reproduction rendered us doubtful the procedure would be successful, coupled with Lyla's preliminary consent to the terms of the arrangement, aware that she was expected to give you to Austin and Cecilia and have no hand in your upbringing, this would save time and effort, seeing the matter over and done with. It was a simple, minor change in plan that need not be known."

Jeanine rises, beginning to pace the room in her custom fashion. She takes a long, thoughtful sip before continuing.

"The provided narrative was more than plausible to the rest of Erudite. Cecilia was on the verge of a prodigious medical research breakthrough...she simply could not have anything else occupy her time and thoughts, including a pregnancy. For that purpose, Lyla stepped in to carry 'their' child... allowing Cecilia to focus on her work. It was a logical solution. Cecilia's condition was only known to herself and me. Everything went according to plan precisely, even better than expected. Lyla had a textbook perfect pregnancy, while Cecilia was able to focus her efforts on the cancer vaccine. The birth went just as smoothly, with no complications. Everything fell into its intended place ...until things went awry," she explains.

"When the child was born, Lyla had an unhealthy attachment to the boy that she couldn't explain to herself. Though she agreed initially to the arrangement, she couldn't let go of her maternal instinct that something was amiss. She believed she had given birth to Austin and Cecilia's child until she set eyes upon her baby and just knew. She was perhaps not as ignorant as I believed her to be..."

Jeanine stirs her coffee, a strange look dawning in her eye. "Lyla then took it upon herself to run faction data. I, of course, had already arranged for the records to reflect the narrative told, but she couldn't let it go. She somehow obtained the baby's DNA and snuck into one of the labs to run it against her own. Needless to say, insanity took over when it was matched," she murmurs.

"A piece of relevant information is that your father had no part in this plan. He believed Cecilia to be the genetic mother until Lyla confronted both of them with the evidence. She became irrational, screaming at them to 'give her baby back', and threatening to become a thorn in the side for both. It was only a matter of time before the truth was discovered, and I couldn't let that happen. Lyla simply wouldn't listen to reason...I offered her position, wealth, prominence...she wanted none of it. I even offered to let her keep the next child Austin could give her, and she still refused. All she wanted, was her son. By threatening to take the child by any means necessary, she unpleasantly forced my hand."

Jeanine sinks into her chair, lacing her hands over her stomach and twiddling her thumbs. "She left me no choice, but to have her diagnosed with severe post-partum depression, the motivating factor behind her blatant psychosis. She was confined in the mental ward of the medical center, heavily sedated. She kept trying to escape, telling anyone who would listen that she would come for her son some way, somehow," she explains.

If Eric didn't know Jeanine as well as he does, he would think a sudden flash of remorse showed in her eyes. "What happened to her," he growls, unable to help himself. Jeanine looks away, exhaling loudly.

"As unfortunate fate would have it, there was a mix up of medical records. A clerical error reported that Lyla's child had died of SIDS at four months old. When this error eventually made its way to Lyla, it proved to be more than she could bear. Within 24 hours of hearing this devastating news, Lyla took her life, stating she just wanted to be with her son again."

Jeanine brings her eyes back to Eric's. "To this day, it remains a mystery of how a loaded gun came into Lyla's possession, especially in her mental state. An investigation was conducted, and it was deduced that a careless employee had left it behind when bringing her daily meal, or she had swiped it when they weren't looking. There's no way to tell for certain...unfortunately, there was a glitch in the camera feed, and the footage didn't take...the only thing that was captured was the moment Lyla fired a bullet into her brain," she explains with a hint of smugness.

"That's the long answer...the short one is that she's relevant because she's your mother."

Jeanine's smile drains, her cold eyes icing over once again. "You see, my dear oblivious boy, your ignorant credence of not being in my debt couldn't be further from the truth. If not for my intervention, you would've suffered one of two miserable fates. Let's ponder what they could've been..." She snarls.

"Door number 1; you would've been known as the son of a glorified prostitute, automatically blacklisted from any respectable social circle. Your father would've shunned you, refusing to give the prestige and esteem of his name to an outcast deemed unworthy of it. Despite being scored as 'astronomical potential' on preliminary testing in your childhood, your intellect continuing to soar into adulthood, no difference would be made. You would've never held an advantageous place in Erudite society. Most likely, you would've transferred out of Erudite just to escape your familial shame.

As for door number 2...if I'd permitted Lyla to defect from Erudite and take you with her, as she tried. An imprudent, ill-fated attempt that wasn't carefully analyzed prior...which cost her the ultimate price, and almost cost you, yours."

Jeanine's tone drops to an ominous growl, all her suppressed anger surfacing.

"I kept you from being tossed into the bowels of society, to be raised as nothing more than what you correctly assessed your birth mother to be; a factionless 'piece of shit' as you so endearingly titled her, no good to anyone or anything. I kept your father from turning from you, unable to recognize his son. I kept you from fading into oblivion, never making an indelible, profound mark in our world.

Instead of suffering a life of misery and self-loathing, you stand today a powerful man in your faction, worthy of marriage to a woman who possesses a rarity vital to our ancestors' ideals. A woman so far above what you merit, she wouldn't give you a second thought if she knew how you truly came to power in Dauntless...nor the atrocities you've committed to ensure your union with her."

"Why should I believe a word of this nonsense?" Eric demands.

"Quite logical you'd assume I tell you this out of spite, or some petty need of vengeance. Neither is my motive. My motive is simply to have you informed of something paramount, to clear up any misconception you may have regarding my agenda towards you. I'll not have this nonsense preclude the critical groundwork of so many dedicated to the cause, of being prosperous. With that said, I'll conclude with this...I suggest you come to terms with one simple truth and learn to govern yourself accordingly..."

Jeanine's jaw sets as her smirk drains.

"Your professional success, your personal success, and the fact that you lived to see your first birthday are rightfully credited to me whether you want it to or not...cold, hard facts."

Eric rubs his chin, feeling strangely numb. "Why even inform me of it, knowing what could happen to you if your crime was discovered? You could go from being the leader of Erudite to being factionless," he taunts.

Jeanine chuckles under her breath, raising her brow in amusement. "Surely you are not so naïve to believe I wouldn't have any incriminating evidence disposed of. I expected better of you," she snips. Turning her palms up, her cold smile stretches her features. "But by all means, if you want to out yourself as the bastard son of a certifiably psychotic gutter slut, calling your legitimacy into question as well as your true and rightful place in society, be my guest," she giggles, her tone dripping with sarcasm. Eric's chest rises and falls, desperately trying to own himself and his actions.

"I'm only going to ask you one more time...what the fuck do you want, specifically," he growls. Jeanine's smile melts as she sits up straighter.

"It's simple...I desire a truce for the sake of more important matters on the horizon. Upon reflection, I've come to realize that my insistence of haste was born of eagerness, not necessity or logic. Certain things do require sufficient time to come to fruition, the production of a child being one of them. Testing would not be able to be performed until the child is born...and that would take nine months at least. With that said, I'm willing to sidestep our little tiff for the time being, to focus on the task at hand; Divergent discovery."

Eric's rage boils to the surface, gripping his desk. "You mean now that you didn't get what you were after to assert your perceived dominance, you've abandoned your little side task for the time being," he snarls. Jeanine's eyes again flicker in confusion, though masked well in her cold gaze. She tilts her head, pursing her lips while studying his face.

"I share your abhorrence for games, Eric...so in the interest of saving my valuable time, I won't pretend to know as to what you're referring. Enlighten me..."

Eric's eyes narrow into slits, trying with all his might to resist the urge to take her by the throat again, only this time finishing the job. "It won't work, Jeanine...she already turned rat. I've known about this little scheme the whole time," he growls.

"I know you hired some vapid street rat to do your bidding...after what you just told me, you used the same method as you did with Lyla. Offered her a position in your regime, as long as she bent to your will and was agreeable to risking her life to do so. Unfortunately for you, the one you picked sang like a fucking canary. I know you have a covert team with a mission to take Jade, if only to teach me some sort of idiotic lesson. Took me all of 30 seconds to flip her our way."

Eric's satisfied grin falters when instead of seeing surprise, he sees amusement. Jeanine shakes her head, chuckling under her breath. "Just so I'm following your train of thought..." she places her coffee cup on his desk, pursing her lips.

"You think instead of having you focused on the most dominant issue of our society...Divergent detection and discovery...I would instead have Jade Crawford, one of the most illustrious Dauntless representatives, a woman holding more esteem than members of her own faction's council, abducted? You think I desire your attention abstracted, with Dauntless resources depleted for her recovery efforts? That I would have this entire city in a tailspin, with all essential personnel in Dauntless focused on her when it should be focused on Initiation and bringing hidden outlaws to light?" Does that about sum it up?"

Jeanine's evil grin spreads across her face slowly. "My goodness...it appears your time away from the citadel of intellect has done significant damage...it would almost seem as if your mental capacity is atrophied from lack of stimulation. The only explanation of how you could conceive the notion I would want to take your betrothed away, when I need her with you as much as possible for the desired result," she giggles snidely.

"Though unequivocally absurd, I'll ask out of sheer, morbid curiosity of your thought process. What advantage would I stand to gain by having Jade abducted? What logical purpose would it serve?"

A nagging feeling gnaws at the pit of Eric's stomach, realizing Jeanine is telling the truth. Jade is a prominent figure of society, easily recognized in all factions. If she were abducted, no stone would be left unturned anywhere...Jeanine can't have any evidence that directly tied her. She certainly can't have her labs and secured areas raided, either. To keep what she'd done hidden, she'd have to kill Jade once she'd served her purpose...but that, she wouldn't do. Jade and Tamra are the only two known carriers of Urbach-Wiethe syndrome in society. Jade is too vital to Jeanine's cause to dispose of.

Jeanine rolls her eyes with a bored sigh, rising from her chair. "I'll not waste my breath or time, pleading my innocence in this delusion of a cloak-and-dagger scenario you've conjured. The only thing I'll declare is that if Jade is, in fact, in imminent danger as you claim, you're looking in the wrong direction for the culprit," she states. Straightening her hem, her placid expression returns.

"In effort to show that we can stand in solidarity, I will have my team keep an ear to the ground. If any information is obtained, you'll be informed immediately. With that said, I trust we can put this insipid little spat behind us and look forward. Agreed?"

Still not trusting her, Eric quickly decides it's better to play along for the time being. Giving a curt nod, he rises from his chair. "It doesn't need to be stated that our arrangement is contingent on Jade remaining safe. I will give you the benefit of the doubt that you aren't involved... however, let me make myself clear. If Jade is harmed by any means I discover was by your hand..." he steps from behind the desk, needing her to see how serious he is.

Jeanine instinctively steps back, fear beginning to cloud her eyes. Eric gives his most sadistic smile as he stops in front of her. "You will not be given the same courtesy I showed by letting you live that day...I will finish what was started," he threatens in a quiet, deadly calm tone.

Jeanine suddenly gives her signature cruel smile. "Worry not, Eric...I have no malevolent intention regarding Jade. I might also add, I'm delighted you've made it profusely clear how important she is to you. Trust me..." she hisses, her eyes narrowing.

"That's something I will not forget."

Her unspoken threat hangs between them, Jeanine wisely choosing to end it there. Tucking her computer case under her arm, she gives Eric a last reproachful once over. "I trust we have a mutual understanding regarding priorities, so that'll be the end of any unnecessary distraction going forward. I'll be in touch to finalize plans for Initiation. Till then, sit tight," she orders, turning on her heel.

As the door shuts behind her, Eric stays rooted to his spot. His mind begins to race, trying to process everything that was just revealed. Jeanine is right; he's been on the wrong trail the entire time. The ground he could've made in discovering and stopping Jade's intended abductor has been wasted focusing on the wrong person.

Eric stalks to the window, gazing out at the deteriorating Chicago skyline. He feels like the answer to the new question begged is right in front of him, but he just can't see it, or rationalize what the motive is.

Who is after Jade and Tamra...why?

BONUS

"Stop ahead up here."

Emily's jaw sets in determination, gazing out the window of the Dauntless sedan absently. The car rolls to a stop at the intersection as she prepares to exit the vehicle. She glances around the seemingly deserted street, careful to look for signs of anyone who may recognize her. Satisfied she won't be spotted, she puts her hand on the door handle.

"You're dismissed...go back to Dauntless."

"Umm...when would you like to be picked up?"

"I don't...I'll find my way."

The young Dauntless driver glances in the rearview in surprise. "Ma'am?" he questions nervously. Dilapidated buildings tower over them, looking eerily like ghosts in the moonlight. This isn't the safest part of the city, with factionless known to teem the edges. Emily is the wife of the head Councilman of Dauntless...if something were to happen to her, his body would be next to be fished from the chasm.

Though that may happen anyway if Emily is meeting a secret lover and Max finds out who drove her to her tryst. Emily smirks, happy to let him believe what he's probably thinking.

"I don't stutter...go back to Dauntless," she snaps. His eyes round at her order to blatantly defy security protocol for high-profile members, knowing the consequence of such. Emily rolls her eyes, giving an impatient flip of her hand. "Don't worry about it...he doesn't give a shit, you won't be questioned," she assures mockingly, stepping out of the car.

Quickly pulling her hood up, she makes her way down the sidewalk toward one of the abandoned skyscrapers. Her heart begins to pound, keeping a grip on her gun as she waits in the alley. "Go, you stupid shit," she mutters, anxious to hear the car motor pulling away. When the engine finally revs past her slowly, she peeks around the corner. As soon as the taillights fade from view, she pulls her hood tighter and steps onto the sidewalk.

Heading toward the building across the street, she makes sure to duck into the shadows in case someone passes. Hurrying through the alley, she peeks her head to the adjoining street. "Where the fuck are you," she whispers, her anxiety growing. She's out in the open, with Dauntless patrols roaming all over the city. Though she was overly cautious, she doesn't want to encounter anyone and have to come up with an explanation.

The flash of headlights catches her eye, making her heart jump. "Finally," she murmurs, the lights growing larger. The car stops next to her in the alley, Emily silently slipping into the passenger side. "About fucking time," Emily snaps. The driver cuts irritated eyes to her.

"You're Goddamn lucky this is even happening...I was almost spotted by one of the patrol vehicles. Do you have any idea of the risk you're putting on everyone?"

"Of course I do...I'm the fucking wife of the head of Dauntless, no one is risking more here than me."

The disintegrating buildings on the outer perimeter of Chicago slowly fade behind them as they ride in silence. Taking a turn into what's considered the uninhabitable part of Chicago, the remnants of the old overpass come into view. Pulling forward, the car beeps as a sensor is triggered. The driver types in a code on the dashboard, a little green light flashing a second later. The wheels lock below them, magnetized to the hidden metal plate. The interior lights of the car illuminate as the car slowly sinks into the earth below, into the hidden tunnel that connects to the underground passage.

The car is once more put in drive as the wheels release, making their way to the underground of what was once known as Soldier Field. Heavy armored doors gleam in front of them, slowly falling back to let them pass. Once the car is put in park, Emily quickly steps out. "This way," the driver mutters, leading her to a secluded set of elevators.

Factionless commanders look at each other as the Dauntless head leader's wife passes through their ranks, her normal carefree expression replaced with cold anger as she steps onto the elevator. When the car stops, the doors open to a team of heavily armed guards outside a steel door. "Let me in," she barks with no other greeting. One guard glances at the others.

"Are you expected?"

"No... I don't give a shit. I need a face-to-face meeting right fucking now..."

"You know that can't happen..."

Emily's eyes glitter dangerously, stepping closer. "Listen, junior...don't you dare think for one minute you're running things here. A trained fucking animal could do your job...so be a good little boy and announce me. I guarantee instruction will be given to let me in," she demands. His eyes narrow as she glares back impatiently. After a minute, he touches his earpiece.

The sound of steel creaking open grates their ears. Once the doors part Emily hurries through them, the security scanner roving over her as she puts her hands in the air. The second set of doors makes way, Emily once more stepping through them. The expansive room is dimly lit, cameras and monitors almost covering an entire wall.

One of the screens shows the factionless armory, where soldiers can be seen constructing weapons. Another shows a makeshift garage where dozens of vehicles are being made. There's a camera on every room of the factionless lair, no inch of their secret headquarters left unmonitored. The other shows various spots in the city, along with key areas in each of the factions' headquarters.

Several men and women sit at desks, taking notes and watching for certain signs. A large image of Jade is projected on one screen, used for reference to help identify anywhere she might be spotted. Emily glances in disgust at the other wall, where Tamra's image holds the same place. "Bitch," she mutters under her breath.

"You're hardly worth any of this, you pathetic whore."

Emily storms toward the back wall, where a double-sided glass office sits sequestered. Two armed factionless women stand guard outside of it, raising their brow as Emily stops in front of them. "Emily..." one of them says in disbelief, her eyes growing round. Emily's breath catches, recognizing one of her son's former schoolmates. "Hello Marissa," she greets softly. Glancing at the other guard, she nods toward the door.

"I need to get in there...it's important."

"Emily, you know I can't...they have to..."

Emily steps forward, looking at her earnestly. "I have an important message to relay, that can't be trusted through our usual communication. I have to say it in person, it needs to be heard from me," she pleads, her eyes shifting between them. Marissa searches her face, taking a deep breath. When a silent command comes through her earpiece, she touches it while looking at the other guard. Her head nods toward Emily. "Take her gun and her phone, search the rest of her," she orders.

Emily hands both over without question, dutifully lifting her arms as the guard pats her down. "Clear," she states. Reluctantly turning to the control panel behind her, Marissa types in a code. The door unlatches, Marissa stepping out of Emily's way. As soon as the door shuts, a deep voice sounds from the dimly lit room.

"Are you fucking insane?"

Shaking her head with a sarcastic smirk, she shrugs. "Funny," Emily retorts. "I was about to ask you the same thing."

"Now isn't the time for unnecessary risks...you shouldn't be here."

Emily leans forward, her disgusted sneer distorting her features. "I had to come here...you didn't give me a choice. But while we're on the subject of 'unnecessary risks', you should know you have a bigger problem...Ayden Sawyer."

"How so?"

"Well, it seems Jade inherited her mother's magical pussy traits...she's got that poor, lovesick fool so twisted up he's about to blow this whole thing out in the open."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the possibility of him going rogue...he's going to do something stupid that's going to jeopardize this whole mission. I don't know exactly how, but he's planning to get Jade back some way other than we are."

"I'm already aware of that, Emily...unfortunately his position is one I understand, but I'm prepared to deal with it if something goes off-kilter."

Emily rolls her eyes, irritation creeping into her tone. "It seems that while you've been training these factionless to be lethal soldiers, you've missed a key element. The one defense you haven't taught them is how to put personal issues aside. Ayden is showing that in full force...he's getting sloppy, and it's only a matter of time until he's made. Get your bitch back on his leash," she snaps.

"Again, I'll handle it, Emily...all you need to be concerned with is following what we've already planned."

Emily scoffs, throwing her hands in the air. "The plan...I'd be happy to stick to the plan, but I'm not sure what the fuck that is any longer...since you've deviated against everything, and now Ayden is most likely planning to convince Jade to defect with him. Is that part of this new agenda you conveniently forgot to inform me of?" she seethes. A loud exhale is heard as Emily steps closer.

"I don't have time for this, Emily..."

Emily grits her teeth, slamming her fist on the desk. "I don't give a shit, you'll make time...especially when it's my life at stake. You can't switch things up without telling me...what the fuck is going on," she growls. She doesn't flinch under the hard gaze of cold blue eyes piercing through her, not leaving until she has a clear answer. She lowers her voice to a normal level.

"I practically had Jade handed to you on a silver fucking platter...never mind the risk I took by giving you the security layout of the ballroom, as well as where their blind spot would be. Everyone was ready to carry out the mission you ordered...what you fucking promised me, that you would get Jade and Tamra out of Dauntless for good...what the fuck happened?" she demands.

"It wasn't the right time."

Emily sneers in open disgust, crossing her arms. "When exactly will be the right time then? Ever? What the fuck have I been risking my ass for, if you weren't going to go through with it? Did you even know the danger I put myself in?" she demands.

"Of course I do."

"No... I don't think you do."

Emily leans forward. "You've got a rat in your crew...I don't know who, but someone here is not playing for our side. The council knows about the plan with Jade and Tamra...they know they're going to be taken the first chance that's given. Why do you think Max suspended Jade's outside work all of a sudden? Why do you think a heavy security detail has been put on both of them? They also know that someone on the inside of Dauntless is working with you..." she snaps. Her voice trembles ever so slightly, desperation surfacing in her eyes.

"What do you think will happen when they find out it's me? Do you have any idea what Max will do when he finds out his wife is the one betraying him? I have children...you think he'll give a shit about that before he kills me? Do you even care?" Her query is met with silence, making Emily's anxiety spike.

"Emily...listen to me. Everything is under control. We've had no choice but to adapt to certain developments. One of them being, I believe you're right; someone here is a rat. Until we can flush this motherfucker out, Tamra and Jade's extraction from Dauntless needed to be delayed...just delayed...for the time being. We can't risk any more of our numbers by going into an ambush."

Emily sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "How delayed?" she snaps. Though she doesn't like it, she understands the reason behind it now.

"We've received some valuable intel from our collaborators in Erudite. Jeanine is not just planning to wipe out Divergents, she's planning a fucking holocaust of Abnegation...using Dauntless to do her dirty work. Saving them takes precedence right now...that bitch has to be stopped, and we can't do that if she's prepared for us. We have to catch her off guard. These things take time...but, we have an opportunity to form a decisive plan."

Emily rolls her eyes impatiently. "Which is?" she demands. A long silence passes, then a heavy sigh.

"We have to let things calm down...we have to go without incident for a long while. We need them to think this has died down, to the point they relax some of their detail. Just when they think they have a handle on things is when we strike. We need their guard lowered...they'll never see it coming when we stop the attack on Abnegation and expose Jeanine and her co-conspirators. We're going to give them a false sense of security by letting Eric and Jade's wedding take place with nothing going down."

Emily's jaw drops in disbelief. "You're going to allow that to happen?" she whispers incredulously. "You're going to watch Jade give herself to him, knowing he's in figurative bed with a murderous psychopath planning to eradicate an entire faction? Are you fucking serious?"

Emily jumps as a hand slams on the desk. "You think I want to watch Jade do this? That the thought of him anywhere near her doesn't make me want to say 'fuck it', just go to Dauntless and put a bullet in that motherfucker's head?" A deep voice growls back.

"I don't have a fucking choice, Emily... there are larger issues at play. For this to be pulled off, we have to let them get too comfortable. We have to let this wedding happen, leaving them wondering why there was no attempt to stop it or be destroyed...especially with as many high-ranking officials will be in attendance. We have to make them think we're tapering off, when all we're doing is biding our time. Personal feelings and vendettas have to be aside...temporarily...for the greater good. I need you to trust I have this under control."

Emily inhales sharply, looking at the ceiling scornfully. "You Goddamn better... I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt here, but I have to be honest. I knew you were a stone-cold prick when we began, but how you can sit idle, watching Jade make one of the biggest mistakes of her life is on a whole new level. Right now, I don't know who the bigger monster is...Eric Coulter, or you."

Emily brings her eyes back to the ones before her, setting her jaw. "No more surprises... I will do what I have to do to protect my children. Make sure I'm not put in a position that sets my interests in direct defiance of yours...because it'll be every person for themselves, and I won't hesitate to do what's necessary, regardless of who else could get hurt...that includes Jade and Tamra," she vows.

Her words hang in the air as she turns on her heel, the armored door coming down behind her with a decisive bang.

Cold silence fills the room, giving way to the doubt and second-guessing of this entire scheme. A reminder of why this is necessary, why everything that's been done thus far was done for the greater good, is desperately needed right now. A specific surveillance screen is powered on, knowing what's on it will give the resolve to see this through, no matter what.

The monitor lights up the dark room. The tape fast-forwards to the spring morning after the storm, until Jade's image comes into focus. Kneeling, she puts the letter on the rock while taking a deep breath. Turning the volume up, the camera zooms in closer until Jade's voice is audible. Crushing guilt once more presses when Jade's teary voice expresses her deepest pain, harbored for nine years. What's been echoing incessantly in dreams is once more heard through the speaker.

"...I love you...I just wish you'd loved me more than the bottle. It wasn't just Mom you punished by pissing away your entire life and family. I loved you, and wanted you there for the biggest moments of my life..."

Unable to bear it a second longer, the screen is forcefully shut down. After a long pause the desk drawer opens, a photograph of Jade and Tamra pulled out along with a small envelope. Fingers brush over Jade's face in the photo, then her ten-year-old handwriting on the paper.

"I was there, baby...and I'm here now. You may not understand at first, but everything I've done, and will do, is because I love you. Every wrong I've done, I'm going to make right. When this is all over, you're going to have the life you deserve...with the kind of man you deserve..."

Tommy touches the edge of the paper to his chin, closing his eyes. He once more makes the vow to his daughter he's made for the last nine years, longing for the much-anticipated day he can tell her in person.

"I love you, my baby girl. I know my promises don't hold a lot of weight, but history won't repeat itself. Dauntless corruption stole the life I was supposed to have, but it won't steal yours...your Daddy won't let that happen."