The rest of the interviews were pretty boring, even Merchan's who acted tough and intimidating which he completely pulled off, until Zephyr Trill from District Eight came up. He was tall and tan with wavy blonde hair and goregous dark blue eyes. He had a sort of laid back attitude and apparently was planning to use Feral's current strategy of being in love with Rowan to his advantage. Caesar practically gave him the perfect opportunity, too.

"So, Zephyr," He said. "Got any comments on the romance between Rowan and Feral? What do you think about it?"

"Well," He said slowly. "Honestly… Let's just say that Rowan isn't the only one with a crush on her." The crowd went nuts. The camera flicked over to Feral who was too sincerely stunned to look anything except exactly that.

"Shame we can't get Feral back up here," Caesar sighed. "That sure would be interesting." The rest of Zephyr's interview went by normally, until the very end when he stood up to leave. Instead of going back to his seat he walked over to Feral first, taking her hand, kissing her knuckles and giving her an award-winning smile before going back to his seat. It made the audience crazy and it took Caesar Flickerman ages before he got the audience to calm down again so the next tribute could go for their interview. In comparison, everyone else seemed especially dull and the crowd agreed with their bored expressions and halfhearted applauses. After everything was over Caesar bid them all goodnight and told them to cast their votes online on whom they liked better, Rowan or Zephyr. Once they were offstage and back in the hallway, Feral was cornered by her lover from District Eight.

"Do I get a response?" Zephyr grinned, his dark blue eyes inches from her own. Did he mean it? She asked herself in her mind. She had to admit he was handsome but she didn't like him like that. It's all a game… she reminded herself, realizing the other tributes were listening. Rowan, especially, looked trained on the conversation, like he suspected that she loved both of them and was jealous. I might as well play… Feral looked deep into Zephyr's eyes for a moment before tearing hers away, like it pained her.

"I…" She whispered. "I don't… I don't know…"

"It's because of him, isn't it?" He asked, his voice slightly shaking. "You love him, not me."

"No!" She said loudly then lowering her voice. "I don't know…" Zephyr studied her face for a few seconds before Feral ran off, trying to make it seem like she was so emotionally confused that she was about to cry. She took the long way to get back to her own personal dressing room, where Ollo was waiting to help her undo her hair and take back the expensive dress.

She arrived back at the Tribute Tower late, so she wouldn't have to ride in the elevator with the others. It would make them wonder where she was, adding an air of mystery to the camera-loved side of herself. When she reached the level for the District Seven tributes, she was instantly tackled by Eve.

"Oh, kid, you did great!" Eve laughed. "The sponsors are practically lining up already! Tons of people have already gone online to the poll and voted for which of your little boy toys they like better!"

"Who's winning?" She asked curiously.

"Rowan, last time I checked," Eve answered. "But just by a few votes. You know how great this is? You played the girl-torn-between-two-lovers so well. You know, kid, you've almost impressed me."

"Really?" Feral asked surprised. "But, I totally forgot to act all… foxy."

"I did say almost right? But then again, who cares?" Eve shrugged, surprising her. "We've got something better… a love triangle! Now, go take a shower, I need a little while to think about our new approach." So Feral went and took a shower, programming it to be warm but strong so that it would wash away all the makeup and events of the night. While washing her hair, she realized how absolutely ridiculous her supposed love really was. They were going to try to kill her in four days. It was silly and pointless.

When she got out she put on a pair of white pajamas and headed into the living room. Eve sat in front of the TV watching it intently. The same man who had first shown the video of Feral crying was talking about her again.

"Last night I showed you the video of Feral when she was emotionally unbalanced," He said. Feral, taking offense, sat down on one of the coaches. "It seems that she's that way again, as caught by our hidden cameras back stage after the interviews with Caesar Flickerman." They showed a video of Feral talking to Zephyr after the show, showing occasion shots of Rowan looking like he was about to walk over there and punch Zephyr in the face. It ended with Feral darting off, looking like she was going to cry. "Feral's putting on quit a show! Everyone thinks this girl is so clever, but if she is, why can't she make up her mind about who she has a crush on? And who cares anyway? She's just going to have to kill them in a few days anyway!"

"He has a point about that…" Feral murmured. The show cut off, leaving Eve and Feral in silence for a few seconds while they both thought over the recent attack on her character.

"Anyway," Eve said finally, brushing it off. "I've been thinking about our strategy, short-stuff, and I think I know how you should play it. Be a little quieter, more playful and gentle, and a little less I'm-plotting-your-death-and-enjoying-every-minute-of-it-y. At least until you get in the arena. Once you're there you should loose all playfulness, unless…"

"Unless what?" She asked, confused.

"I was thinking," Eve continued. "You could pick one of your boy toys to be an ally. It gives you a better chance of survival and wins sponsors."

"Yeah, but…" She said slowly. "Which one?"

"Whichever one wins the polls," She replied. She pulled out a laptop and typed in a few things before nodding to herself. "And right now it's Zephyr, but not by much."

"Eve…" Feral said tentatively. "You saw the video of Zephyr talking to me. Do you think he was actually being serious? And what about Rowan? Those were pretty realistic reactions."

"Probably not, kid," She shook her head. "You don't fall in love with people who are going to try to kill you. It's just not natural. Besides, it's all just a game; they are just playing along and trying to win sponsors. You're smart, kid. You get that, right?" Feral nodded. "Good! Well, tomorrow's the first day of training. When you're in there try and spend equal amounts of time with each of your boy toys, okay?"

"Okay," Feral nodded. She stood. "Night, Eve." She made her way to her room and curled up under the covers, wishing that she'd never have to come out.