Then he smiles as if he'd be happy to lie there and gaze at me forever.
Don't let him take you from me.
I flee what I can't fight. What can only do me harm.
My name is Katniss Everdeen. Why am I not dead? I should be dead.
They more than do their work, they take pride in it. Like Cinna.
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.