A short update today I need to get back into the way of writing and updating every week, but I've been busy.

Esme POV

Faces of Sorrow

He glared at me. I glared back. He was my enemy. He was going to try and kill me, how could I not glare?

He looked away as his chariot pulled away. Had I been staring that long? His eyes had been so hard to look away from...light blue, like my sister's were. Like my father's had been before they hung him. After he had died, they had been gray. Stop thinking about death I told myself. You're scaring Edward. He needs to be reassured right now. He needs you to be calm.

So I was calm. All the way through the Capitol, as the crowds cheered and squealed with delight as they saw us. I was calm, even when we came to a stop in front of President Snow, and he welcomed us all. I was calm. I looked at every other tribute. Studied them. They each wore shining outfits, representing their districts. Each outfit designed so the people of the Capitol wouldn't see the look of fear, of sadness, that most of the tributes wore. Faces of sorrow. Sorrow for the loss of their lives, of their families.

President Snow, however, couldn't be more happy with us all. He was looking forward to the games, to watching us all die.

At one point, I met the blonde boy's eyes again. He didn't look happy, not like the girl from his district looked. He looked sad, like this loss of life was a tragedy. Like every person..every child...here, was innocent. Even those who would look forward to killing.

In that one, short glance, I could see into his soul. I saw past those icy blue eyes, and I saw his fear.

He looked away to soon. He knew I had caught him looking at me. My face burned red, and I closed my eyes as our chariots were led away into privacy.

Once out of the chariots, Tiberius joined Edward and I. He sent Edward off with a few stylists, who would get him so food before taking him to our room. Before he sent me off, he whispered to me:

"Careful who you mess with, sweetheart.''