Among the familiar evening sounds of the woods, my ears register a low hum. Then I know. It’s a wasp nest. Fear shoots through me, but I have enough sense to keep still. After all, I don’t know what kind of wasp lives there. It could be the ordinary leave-us-alone-and-we’ll-leave-you-alone type. But these are the Hunger Games, and ordinary isn’t the norm. More likely they will be one of the Capitol’s mutations tracker jackers.
“Was that really the only time you kissed Gale?”
I’m so startled I answer. “Yes.”
… one bright moment is all i ask.
”Maybe you should try throwing the sword.”
The full impact of what I’ve done hits me. It was not intentional—I only meant to express my thanks — but I have elicited something dangerous. An act of dissent from the people of District 11. This is exactly the kind of thing I am supposed to be defusing!
Can we talk about how annoyed Peeta looks? “Dammit, Katniss we talked about this.”
i nEVER NOTICED HIS FACE OMG