That was the one thing I had going for me. Taking care of your family.

You never know. Say the arena's actually a giant cake-" "Say we move on," I broke in.

But some secrets are too delicious not to share.

What happens when we get back? I don't know. I guess we try and forget. I don't want to forget.

You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real," he whispers. "Real," I answer. "Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.

It's meant to be pretty," whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, "I think you'd be pretty in any color." The tiniest of smiles forms on Octavia's lips. "Thank you.

He’s dozed off again, but I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he’d be happy to lie there gazing at me forever.