I'm running on hate. When the energy from that ebbs I'll be worthless.

Peeta" I said "Stay with me" I heard him say one word before the drigs pulled me under, I realised later that what he said was 'always

Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life.

Want a sugar cube? [...] They're supposed to be for the horses, but who cares? They've got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I . . . well, if we see something sweet we better grab it quick. [...] You're absolutely terrifying me in that get-up. What happened to the pretty little-girl dresses?

In other words, I step out of line and we're all dead.

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

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.