Do I look like I've been crying?' I say. âHmm.' He leans in close, narrowing his eyes like he's inspecting my face. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Even closer, so we would be breathng the same air- if I could remember to breathe. âNo, Tris,' he says. A more serious look replaces his smile as he adds, âYou look tough as nails. -
Veronica Roth