So that's who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home.

We follow instructions to my destination, a chamber for my preparation.

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

We hand the meat over to Greasy Sae in the kitchen. She likes District 13 well enough, even though she thinks the cooks are somewhat lacking in imagination. But a woman who came up with a palatable wild dog and rhubarb stew is bound to feel as if her hands are tied here.

I take Peeta's face in my hands. "Don't worry. I'll see you at midnight.

Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel. "You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know," Haymitch says.

It starts at midnight.