PROLOGUE
Katniss catches my hand just as I was leaving to get some water. "Don't go in there. The birds-"
I laugh bitterly in my head. She doesn't even know who I am. What I've been through. She doesn't know how the Capitol killed my family. How they killed my friends. How they killed... her. And yet she has the nerve to warn me about those muttations that can't even be used against me anymore.
I look at Katniss ready to snap at her, but then I see the concern on her face. I see her fear, and I feel the way she's clutching onto my hand as if she was holding onto her lifeline. And the look, the touch, is so familiar that a wave of memories and emotions flooded through me.
And suddenly I felt a need to fight back tears, to keep my voice as fierce as it usually was. I suddenly found it impossible to shout at her or to slap her like i originally intended to.
Because in my mind I saw the girl that I love, the girl that I was willing to die for, looking at me with blue eyes that held just as much pain as Katniss' grey ones.
