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

My lips are just forming his name when his fingers lock around my throat.

If you'd been taken by the Capital and hijacked and then tried to kill Peeta, is this the way he would be treating you?

And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna’s hands, desirable by Peeta’s confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable.

She’s really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail, the one who needed help reaching the dishes, and who begged to see the frosted cakes in the bakery window. Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.

Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life.

Either you came in here a swimmer or you'd better be a really fast learner