At first all I see are the dark eyes that emerge from the shadows. They are the only feature which let me realise that Tobias is not walking towards a mirror, for this figure is almost identical to him. They have the same hooked nose, the same skin tone - everything but the eyes, which are dark and calculating, and advancing quickly.
Tobias turns towards the figure which is fully visible now. It is a woman, the same height as him, and I am sure is most definitely a relation. He trusts her, evidently, because they stand before each other, not a metre apart, and stare sternly, eyes locking. I am not sure whether I am meant to be wary or stubborn, so I keep my features blank.
"Evelyn," Tobias says finally, and the puzzle pieces suddenly click into place. Flashbacks startle me, hitting me with such clarity that I almost take a step back. I remember the funeral, the dark-haired boy dressed in mourning clothes cowering behind a curtain. I remember the speeches, the farewells, the gravestone: RIP EVELYN EATON.
But, evidently, she decided not to RIP.
And, even more so, I realise that Tobias has already known this for quite some time. I may not know him that well, but I assume that if he had arranged to meet his supposedly deceased mother, he would have told me.
Unless he wanted me to be in the dark; be vulnerable. Unless he was luring me in.
"Tobias," she smiles, almost affectionately, but there is something sinister about it, like a cats smile. Her dark eyes flicker to mine, and something close to satisfaction crosses them. "Ah, you brought the Prior."
"Andrew's daughter, Beatrice," Tobias answers, his voice cold. "But we'll deal with that later." He makes a gesture with his hand that disregards me, and suddenly, I am angry. I don't like being talked about as if I am not there, and I don't like the way that this boy is manipulating my mind.
I make a mistake.
"I'd prefer if you dealt with 'this' now," I sneer. "Because really, I'd like to know why you aren't in a cold grave, like you're meant to be?"
Evelyn's gaze smolders, but she does not answer me. "You promised she wouldn't get in the way. You said she was of value to us."
"Oh, she is." The pitch of Tobias's voice is low and dark, causing me to shiver. When he turns, his eyes are as dark as his mothers, and now I know I have been played.
Selfishness has its consequences.
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Divergent: Before We Chose
Fanfiction"I realize that if we had both chosen differently, we might have ended up doing the same thing, in a safer place, in gray clothes instead of black ones." What if Tobias and Tris hadn't met each other in Dauntless? What if fate won over chance, and t...
