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style or her forte. She’s even smaller than I am and unarmed,
unless she’s picked up some weapons recently. She’ll probably
be hanging somewhere nearby, seeing what she can scavenge.
But the other three . . . I’m going to have my hands full. My
ability to kill at a distance is my greatest asset, but I know I’ll
have to go right into the thick of things to get that backpack,
the one with the number 12 on it that Claudius Templesmith
mentioned.
I watch the sky, hoping for one less opponent at dawn, but
nobody appears tonight. Tomorrow there will be faces up
there. Feasts always result in fatalities.
I crawl into the cave, secure my glasses, and curl up next to
Peeta. Luckily I had that good long sleep today. I have to stay
awake. I don’t really think anyone will attack our cave tonight,
but I can’t risk missing the dawn.
So cold, so bitterly cold tonight. As if the Gamemakers have
sent an infusion of frozen air across the arena, which may be
exactly what they’ve done. I lay next to Peeta in the bag, trying
to absorb every bit of his fever heat. It’s strange to be so physically
close to someone who’s so distant. Peeta might as well
be back in the Capitol, or in District 12, or on the moon right
now, he’d be no harder to reach. I’ve never felt lonelier since
the Games began.
Just accept it will be a bad night, I tell myself. I try not to,
but I can’t help thinking of my mother and Prim, wondering if
they’ll sleep a wink tonight. At this late stage in the Games,
with an important event like the feast, school will probably be
canceled. My family can either watch on that static-filled old
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