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“No. But she is now,” says Peeta. Just then, the cannon fires.
“Ready to move on?”
The Career pack sets off at a run just as dawn begins to
break, and birdsong fills the air. I remain in my awkward position,
muscles trembling with exertion for a while longer, then
hoist myself back onto my branch. I need to get down, to get
going, but for a moment I lie there, digesting what I’ve heard.
Not only is Peeta with the Careers, he’s helping them find me.
The simpleminded girl who has to be taken seriously because
of her eleven. Because she can use a bow and arrow. Which
Peeta knows better than anyone.
But he hasn’t told them yet. Is he saving that information
because he knows it’s all that keeps him alive? Is he still pretending
to love me for the audience? What is going on in his
head?
Suddenly, the birds fall silent. Then one gives a highpitched
warning call. A single note. Just like the one Gale and I
heard when the redheaded Avox girl was caught. High above
the dying campfire a hovercraft materializes. A set of huge
metal teeth drops down. Slowly, gently, the dead tribute girl is
lifted into the hovercraft. Then it vanishes. The birds resume
their song.
“Move,” I whisper to myself. I wriggle out of my sleeping
bag, roll it up, and place it in the pack. I take a deep breath.
While I’ve been concealed by darkness and the sleeping bag
and the willow branches, it has probably been difficult for the
cameras to get a good shot of me. I know they must be track-
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