Peeta and I had adjoining cells in the capitol. We're very familiar with each other's screams.

Tuck in your tail, little duck.

I'm not flailing now, as my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together.

You're hideous, you know that, right?

Behind a rack of framed photos of Snow, we encounter a wounded Peacekeeper propped up against a strip of brick wall. He asks us for help. Gale knees him in the side of the head and takes his gun.

Then I get it, what it means. At least, for me. District 12 only has three existing victors to choose from. Two male. One female... I am going back into the arena.

I will never have a life with Gale even if I want to.