The Divergents, part twelve

Amethyst Champagne
5 min readMar 25

“Why am I here again?” Yawning, Trix rubbed her eyes as Nash led her and the other enhanced women into the gym.

She hadn’t appreciated him storming into her unit earlier this morning and practically dragging her out of bed away from her medic. Thank God he’d let her change into workout clothes.

Callum hadn’t seemed pleased either, yet had put on his medic outfit.

Amethyst Champagne

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