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Clove is scrambling backward on all fours, like a frantic insect,
too shocked to even call for Cato. “No! No, it wasn’t me!”
“You said her name. I heard you. You kill her?” Another
thought brings a fresh wave of rage to his features. “You cut
her up like you were going to cut up this girl here?”
“No! No, I —” Clove sees the stone, about the size of a small
loaf of bread in Thresh’s hand and loses it. “Cato!” she
screeches. “Cato!”
“Clove!” I hear Cato’s answer, but he’s too far away, I can
tell that much, to do her any good. What was he doing? Trying
to get Foxface or Peeta? Or had he been lying in wait for
Thresh and just badly misjudged his location?
Thresh brings the rock down hard against Clove’s temple.
It’s not bleeding, but I can see the dent in her skull and I know
that she’s a goner. There’s still life in her now though, in the
rapid rise and fall of her chest, the low moan escaping her lips.
When Thresh whirls around on me, the rock raised, I know
it’s no good to run. And my bow is empty, the last loaded arrow
having gone in Clove’s direction. I’m trapped in the glare
of his strange golden brown eyes. “What’d she mean? About
Rue being your ally?”
“I — I — we teamed up. Blew up the supplies. I tried to
save her, I did. But he got there first. District One,” I say. Maybe
if he knows I helped Rue, he won’t choose some slow, sadistic
end for me.
“And you killed him?” he demands.
“Yes. I killed him. And buried her in flowers,” I say. “And I
sang her to sleep.”
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