I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips.

My lips are just forming his name when his fingers lock around my throat.

What was that you were saying just before the food arrived? Something about me... no competition... best thing that ever happened to you.

Unfortunately, I can't seal the sponsor deals for you. Only Haymitch can do that," says Effie grimly. "But don't worry, I'll get him to the table at gunpoint if necessary." Although lacking in many departments, Effie Trinket has a certain determination I have to admire.

If Under fell, if Over leaped, If death was life and Death life reaped, Something rises from the gloom, To make the Underland a tomb Hear it scratching down below, Rat of long forgotten snow, Evil cloaked in coat of White, Will the Warrior drain your light? What could turn the Warrior week? What do burning Gnawers seek? Just a barely speaking pup That holds the Land of Under up Die the baby, die his heart Die his most essential part Die the peace that rules the hour, Gnawers have their key to power

It’s not wondering what I breathe in, but who, that threatens to choke me.

I stare at the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not.