Orange? Like Effie's hair?" I say. "A bit more muted," he says. "More like sunset.

Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says.

I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else.

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.

ll I can think about, every day, every waking minute since they drew Prim's name at the reaping, is how afraid I am.

How do you bear it?” Finnick looks at me in disbelief. “I don’t, Katniss! Obviously, I don’t. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.” “The more you can distract yourself the better, ” he says. “First thing tomorrow, we’ll get you your own rope. Until then take mine.

Despite what I feel for Peeta, this is when I accept deep down that he'll never come back to me. Or i'll never go back to him. I'll die for my trouble. And he'll die insane and hating me.