My words hang in the air. I look to the screen, hoping to see them recording some wave of reconciliation going through the crowd. Instead I watch myself get shot on television.
Suzanne CollinsI look down from the branch I'm perched on. The Careers look murderous. Now I smile.'How have things been with you?' I ask sweetly.
Suzanne CollinsPeeta and I had adjoining cells in the capitol. We're very familiar with each other's screams.
Suzanne Collins