The Bane Of The Ninth Step

"…"

Davis lowered his hand and felt his nose climb high.

He could feel the jealous gazes, something he hadn't seen since his time as a normal person who had yet to become a Divergent. When people looked at him, they envied his power but never envied him for having bevy of beauties. 

In fact, they only pitied him after feeling like it is a waste because Divergent's fate was going to be death sooner than anyone else. However, death never came for him and he seemed to be doing good that people started wondering if he mastered death enough to avoid it altogether, so people no longer dared to provoke him and let him be.

He had heard of many such myths about him already.

Regardless, he didn't care what others thought about him. Only the opinions of his family and allies matter to him and no one else.

Even their sisters back at home were jumping and dancing, appearing to be full of pride as the big three proved why they were the big three.