Tris sits up in bed, sweat dripping from her brow. The nightmare was so real and she can still see the raging fire and destruction when she closes her eyes. Tris is tired of having these dreams, but they’ve been happening more often lately. She isn’t sure if they are residual trauma from almost being burned at the stake or if they’re a manifestation of her own anxiety.

The room is still dark, except for the flickering of some candles. She can feel Ember still curled up ...