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"Good morning," Four pressed a kiss to her forehead as she entered the kitchen.

"Good morning," she stared up at him. "What are you doing up?"

"It's 8am, I was working out."

She pretended to gag.

He laughed, pressing another kiss to her temple.

"You know," she said. "You kiss my face a lot. It's why I never wear any makeup."

"I never noticed," he kissed her nose. "It's kind of a reflex at this point."

"Do you think you could go a whole day without kissing my face?"

"No," he admitted.

"Do it."

"No," he protested.

She giggled. "I don't know what I would do without face kisses."

"I don't know either," he said, kissing the space between her brows. "See? I don't even realize I'm doing it."

She smiled a little. "I don't mind it."

"Good," He said. "Because I don't think I could stop even if I wanted to."

It was an idle thing he did, whenever he felt like he needed something to do.

He had never done it to Elise.

"I love you," He said as she sat on the counter.

"I love you too," she said.

His phone went off, and she handed it to him.

He yelled something in Italian, and Zeke and Uriah came bounding down the stairs.

"Stay."

She peeled over his shoulder as he opened the door and saw three men standing there with a woman behind them. She had a bag over her head.

"A peace offering."

They shoved the woman inside and ran off. Four stared down at the bagged girl.

"What did they even say?" Zeke asked.

"He said it was a peace offering," Tris said. She walked toward Four.

He slowly lifted the bag off of her head.

Elise.

Tris gasped. The resemblance was unreal.

"You could be sisters," Uriah mumbled.

"Four?" Elise's voice trembled.

He didn't say anything.

"Someone go get Dr. Parker."

Zeke ran off. Dr. Parker soon came in and swept Elise away.

Uriah sighed. "This is a bit of a pickle."

"Uriah?" Four said.