You can tell by the way the girls whisper about him when he walks by in school that they want him. It makes me jealous but not for the reason people would think. Good hunting partners are hard to find.

Something inside me shuts down and I'm too numb to feel anything. It's like watching complete strangers in another Hunger Games. But I do notice they omit the part where I covered her in flowers. Right. Because even that smacks of rebellion.

Katniss?" Peeta says. I meet his eyes, knowing my face must be some shade of green. He mouths the words. "How about that kiss?

My mother just wanted me to forget it. So, of course, every word was immediately, irrevocably branded into my brain.

We're supposed to be making up this stuff, playing at being in love, not actually being in love.

It's your own fault for being so camera-ready," I tell Gale. If looks could kill.

Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable.