Oh, he's on top of it. It was volunteer only, but he pretended not to notice me waving my hand in the air," says Haymitch. "See? He's already demonstrated good judgment.

He could have had his choice of any woman in the district. And he chose solitude. Not solitude – that sounds too peaceful. More like solitary confinement.

Closing my eyes doesn't help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.

Got it," I say. "Did you tell Peeta this?" "Don't have to," says Haymitch. "He's already there.

My words hang in the air. I look to the screen, hoping to see them recording some wave of reconciliation going through the crowd. Instead I watch myself get shot on television.

At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead.The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.

because I have learned the hard way how deadly these beauties can be.