I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me.

Katniss. I remember about the bread.

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.

Something small and quiet, like a match being struck, lights up the gloom inside of me.

It’s the final word in camouflage. Forget chucking weights around. Peeta should have gone into his private session with the Gamemakers and painted himself into a tree. Or a boulder. Or a muddy bank full of weeds.

Just the perfect touch of rebellion," says Haymitch "Very nice." Rebellion?

Just give him the medicine!" I scream at her. "Give it to him! Who are you, anyway, to decide how much pain he can stand!