suzanna-kollinz-acliq-oyunlari-1-hisse-eng

utes. The plan’s the same for both of you. You go to group
training. Spend the time trying to learn something you don’t
know. Throw a spear. Swing a mace. Learn to tie a decent
knot. Save showing what you’re best at until your private sessions.
Are we clear?” says Haymitch. Peeta and I nod.
“One last thing. In public, I want you by each other’s side
every minute,” says Haymitch. We both start to object, but
Haymitch slams his hand on the table. “Every minute! It’s not
open for discussion! You agreed to do as I said! You will be together,
you will appear amiable to each other. Now get out.
Meet Effie at the elevator at ten for training.”
I bite my lip and stalk back to my room, making sure Peeta
can hear the door slam. I sit on the bed, hating Haymitch, hating
Peeta, hating myself for mentioning that day long ago in
the rain.
It’s such a joke! Peeta and I going along pretending to be
friends! Talking up each other’s strengths, insisting the other
take credit for their abilities. Because, in fact, at some point,
we’re going to have to knock it off and accept we’re bitter adversaries.
Which I’d be prepared to do right now if it wasn’t
for Haymitch’s stupid instruction that we stick together in
training. It’s my own fault, I guess, for telling him he didn’t
have to coach us separately. But that didn’t mean I wanted to
do everything with Peeta. Who, by the way, clearly doesn’t
want to be partnering up with me, either.
I hear Peeta’s voice in my head. She has no idea. The effect
she can have. Obviously meant to demean me. Right? but a tiny
part of me wonders if this was a compliment. That he meant I
92