You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.

Katniss, got that spile?" Finnick asks, snapping me back to reality.

Make sure they remember you.

I'm unaware that my feet are moving to the table until I'm inches from the holograph. My hand reaches in and cups a rapidly blinking green light. Someone joins me, his body tense. Finnick, of course. Because only a victor would see what I see so immediately. The arena. Laced with pods controlled by Gamemakers. Finnick's fingers caress a steady red glow over a doorway. "Ladies and gentlemen..." His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room. "Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!

I’m stopped by the sight of Finnick kissing Peeta.

Yes. I killed him. And buried her in flowers," I say. "And I sang her to sleep.

Ladies and gentlemen....." His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room. "Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!