But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down.

I don't know how to make people like me. Cinna, how do you make people like you?

How about you, Mockingjay? You feel totally safe?” “Oh, yeah. Right up until I got shot,” I say.

I flee what I can't fight. What can only do me harm.

Katniss?" Peeta says. I meet his eyes, knowing my face must be some shade of green. He mouths the words. "How about that kiss?

Our romance became a key strategy for our survival in the arena. Only it wasn't just a strategy for Peeta.

But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.