I try to forgive her for my father's sake. But to be honest, I'm not the forgiving type.
This was the door to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other's key.
Thinking like your prey. . . that's where you find their vulnerabilities.
All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.
Crying is not an option.
They're a little strange, but I'm pretty sure neither of them is going to try to make me uncomfortable by stripping naked.