Tris drops to the floor, landing hard on her knees, as she grabs her chest. She suddenly can’t breathe. It’s as if Ginger’s words pulled every ounce of air out of her lungs. How? Her mind races. There’s no way someone could come onto the Isle without being noticed. Ginger has to be wrong.

“What did you just say?” Granny Nora asks sternly from beside Tris.

The old Queen had rushed to her side only moments after Tris made contact with the concrete floor. ...