So, hereโs what you do. You win, you go home. She canโt turn you down then, eh?โ says Caesar encouragingly. โI donโt think itโs going to work out. Winningโฆwonโt help in my case,โ says Peeta. โWhy ever not?โ says Caesar, mystified. Peeta blushes beet red and stammers out. โBecauseโฆbecauseโฆshe came here with me.
Suzanne CollinsYes, they have to have a victor. Without a victor, the whole thing would blow up in the Gamemakers' faces. They'd have failed the Capitol. Might possibly even be executed, slowly and painfully, while the cameras broadcast it to every screen in the country.
Suzanne CollinsRipred sighed. 'I suppose so. You and I seem to end up doing everything. Shall we say four members for each delegation?' 'Why not?' Luxa said. 'Four can be as stupid as ten. No need to crowd the room.' Ripred laughed. 'You know, I think you an I are going to get on famously.
Suzanne CollinsThey're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past!
Suzanne CollinsIt's a long shot, it's suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slide up his wrists to clasp his. "Don't let him take you from me." Peeta's panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging his head. "No. I don't want to. . ." I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me." His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.
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