Today I tried to kill Astrid. James got upset with me and put me in time-out like I was a five-year-old. He made me go to my room and think about what I did. It’s not fair. I am seventeen now and they’re still treating me like I'm twelve and unable. I am a great hunter and protector. Did they forget I know how to make explosives? I am the most valuable one among us and they treat me like a child. It’s been five years since the group found Jane and I. Tomorrow is the anniversary of the day we joined. We’re going to celebrate me getting away with murder for the fifth year in a row. Now that I'm older they’re going to let me go into town with them. My train of thought is halted when I hear a knock on the door and already know who it is. I knock on my bed frame letting them know he may enter. I could hear him chuckle on the other side of the door, but he didn’t come in, which was strange. Usually he would have walked right in whether I gave permission or not. I stand and go to the door. He better not be playing with me. I swing the door open and he slams his hands into my chest, pushing me back into the room. I fall onto the floor and he closes the door behind him.

[Why did you do that?] He just smiles. He offers me his hand and I take it. He pulls me up and then pulls me into him. We stood there pressed together looking into each other's eyes until I couldn't stand it anymore. I grab the collar of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss. I was overwhelmed by the sensations. The feeling of his hands roaming my body, the softness of his tender kiss, and the sound of his yearning breath. At that moment Jane and Amy come barging into the room.