There's a reason why she left them, Lauren," he says. His voice is deep, and it rumbles. "What's your name?" "Um. . . " I don't know why I hesitate. But "Beatrice" just doesn't sound right anymore. "Think about it," he says, a faint smile curling his lips. " You don't get to pick again. " A new place, a new name. I can be remade here. "Tris," I say firmly.
He looked like someone with a steerage ticket on the titanic. Somebody who'd be standing in line at Ellis Island. Undiluted and old-blooded. Also cute.