Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me. Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.

Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of make my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

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.

Stupid people are dangerous.

But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me. "Katniss, there is no District Twelve."

I pull an arrow, whip the notch into place, and am about to let it fly when I'm stopped by the sight of Finnick kissing Peeta. And it's so bizarre, even for Finnick.

I miss home badly sometimes. But then I remember there's nothing left to miss anymore. I feel safer here.