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The sound of rain drumming on the roof of our house gently
pulls me toward consciousness. I fight to return to sleep
though, wrapped in a warm cocoon of blankets, safe at home.
I’m vaguely aware that my head aches. Possibly I have the flu
and this is why I’m allowed to stay in bed, even though I can
tell I’ve been asleep a long time. My mother’s hand strokes my
cheek and I don’t push it away as I would in wakefulness, never
wanting her to know how much I crave that gentle touch.
How much I miss her even though I still don’t trust her. Then
there’s a voice, the wrong voice, not my mother’s, and I’m
scared.
“Katniss,” it says. “Katniss, can you hear me?”
My eyes open and the sense of security vanishes. I’m not
home, not with my mother. I’m in a dim, chilly cave, my bare
feet freezing despite the cover, the air tainted with the unmistakable
smell of blood. The haggard, pale face of a boy slides
into view, and after an initial jolt of alarm, I feel better. “Peeta.”
“Hey,” he says. “Good to see your eyes again.”
“How long have I been out?” I ask.
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