But the only thing that distracts me from my current situation is fantasizing about killing President Snow.

We follow instructions to my destination, a chamber for my preparation.

Just the sound of his voice twists my stomach into a knot of unpleasant emotions like guilt, sadness and fear. And longing. I might as well admit there’s some of that too.

But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me. "Katniss, there is no District Twelve."

It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.

I turn and put my lips close to Peeta's and drop my eyelids in imitation... "He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets," I say in my best seductive voice.

If I'm going to die, I want to still be me