Sometimes when things are particularly bad, my brain will give me a happy dream.

Want a sugar cube?" he asks in his old seductive voice.

You can swim, too." he says. "Where did you learn that in District Twelve?" "We have a very big bathtub.

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

It's weird, how much he's noticed me... And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either.

I swear if you cry, I'll kill you here and now.' Cinna just smiles. 'Had a damp morning?' 'You could wring me out.' I reply

Let the Seventy-forth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.