Four people wheel out a huge wedding cake from a side room. Most of the guests back up, making way for this rarity, this dazzling creation with blue-green, white-tipped icing waves swimming with fish and sailboats, seals and sea flowers. But I push my way through the crowd to confirm what I knew at first sight. As surely as the embroidery stitches in Annie's gown were done by Cinna's hand, the frosted flowers on the cake were done by Peeta's.

Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

I pull the sleeping bag up to his chin and kiss his forehead, not for the audience, but for me. Because I'm so grateful that he's here, not dead by the stream as I'd thought. So glad I don't have to face Cato alone.

Once I'm on my feet I realize escape might not be so easy.

Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness...except possibly when it comes to you.

They can't hurt me. I'm not like the rest of you. There's no one left I love.

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