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The doors have only just shut behind us when we’re engulfed
by the prep teams, who are nearly unintelligible as they
babble out praise. As I glance around, I notice a lot of the other
tributes are shooting us dirty looks, which confirms what I’ve
suspected, we’ve literally outshone them all. Then Cinna and
Portia are there, helping us down from the chariot, carefully
removing our flaming capes and headdresses. Portia extinguishes
them with some kind of spray from a canister.
I realize I’m still glued to Peeta and force my stiff fingers to
open. We both massage our hands.
“Thanks for keeping hold of me. I was getting a little shaky
there,” says Peeta.
“It didn’t show,” I tell him. “I’m sure no one noticed.”
“I’m sure they didn’t notice anything but you. You should
wear flames more often,” he says. “They suit you.” And then he
gives me a smile that seems so genuinely sweet with just the
right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes
through me.
A warning bell goes off in my head. Don’t be so stupid. Peeta
is planning how to kill you, I remind myself. He is luring you in
to make you easy prey. The more likable he is, the more deadly
he is.
But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and
kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.
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