Chapter eight

Later that night at dinner, I ate with dad and kira. Though they only drank wine, it was still fun anyways. We laughed at the things that have happened, like they were nothing. We made jokes about peter and streak, and we just got to know each other a little better than before.

As I was walking out of their room, I heard a little sigh. I looked toward the window, where the sound had first came from. There, on the window seat, was finnick. I smiled and went over and sat down. I looked at him. His eyes were puppy-dog brown eyes. He looked bedraggled, and just plain old sick of everything.

"What's wrong Fin?" I asked.

He looked up at me," I just don't think I can take much more of trying to protect someone who doesn't need it."

He told me everything that happened, even though I'd heard most of it. He told me what he was thinking, that he just couldn't help but help me. I even laughed at the part where he grabbed hold of Ian's shirt. It was boyish of him, true, but he was still my older brother, so I had to laugh.