Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his word. This is probably overdue anyway since heโs right, we are supposed to be madly in love.
Katniss, got that spile?" Finnick asks, snapping me back to reality.
Everything is about them, not the dying boys and girls in the arena.
I flee what I can't fight. What can only do me harm.
For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.
Oh, well. At least my blood is flowing.