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I clap my hands over my mouth, but the sound has already
escaped. The sky goes black and I hear a chorus of frogs begin
to sing. Stupid! I tell myself. What a stupid thing to do! I wait,
frozen, for the woods to come alive with assailants. Then I remember
there’s almost no one left.
Peeta, who’s been wounded, is now my ally. Whatever
doubts I’ve had about him dissipate because if either of us
took the other’s life now we’d be pariahs when we returned to
District 12. In fact, I know if I was watching I’d loathe any tribute
who didn’t immediately ally with their district partner.
Besides, it just makes sense to protect each other. And in my
case — being one of the star-crossed lovers from District 12
— it’s an absolute requirement if I want any more help from
sympathetic sponsors.
The star-crossed lovers . . . Peeta must have been playing
that angle all along. Why else would the Gamemakers have
made this unprecedented change in the rules? For two tributes
to have a shot at winning, our “romance” must be so
popular with the audience that condemning it would jeopardize
the success of the Games. No thanks to me. All I’ve done is
managed not to kill Peeta. But whatever he’s done in the arena,
he must have the audience convinced it was to keep me
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