Divergent Psd# 15 By Herondale-s
"It is dragons." "Dragons?" said her mother. "Teora, don’t be mad." "I’m not. They’re coming." "How could you possibly know that?" her sister asked, with a note of scorn in her voice. "One of your little dreams?" Teora gave a tiny nod, chin trembling. "They were dancing. In my dream. And everywhere the dragons danced the people died.”
Marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it.
Behind the scenes of Catching Fire with Sam Claflin