KPOV
I know my eyes have gotten even wider, almost to the point of popping out of my head. I shake my head once and then again. "Wait, excuse me? Who would be interested in me now? Snow and Coin died years ago. They were the only ones who ever cared about what happened to me."
A sly smile spreads across Elena's full lips, "Well, that may be what you think, but I'm sure that they were far more people interested in you than you know. I mean honestly, did no one contact you and your husband after the rebellion was over? After you had moved back to twelve, had no one ever expressed any….care over you?"
I look at her, not trusting her and yet unable to deny this line of questioning. Glancing at Christian for a moment and then back at her, I take a deep breath and answer, "No one formally came to us if that's what you mean. Peeta sold his paintings here and in other districts but always gave the money to others. I hunted, gave the skins away, kept the meat, what we needed anyway. We got a few phone calls, letters asking us to come back here, share our lives again with everyone, share our talents with others. But we wanted none of it, I mean; Peeta didn't even tell people it was him doing the paintings all the time."
I swear her smile reminds me of a snake somehow, especially when her tongue slides out in the corner of her mouth to lick it quickly. She has an evil glint in her eyes, one that I have not seen in some time and was hoping to never see again. Something about her reminds me of the man I inadvertently killed all those years ago when I was seventeen. All those years ago when I was more torn about my sister being taken away from a bomb that may or may not have been built by my friend. All those years ago when I was sure that I loved Peeta but couldn't tell him. All those years ago when someone was always trying to kill me.
"Well, it seems that one of those people is who you have to be looking at, Mockingjay. Not me. I could care less who Christian decides to tie up these days." She says, not looking at me, but at Christian. "It's not like he gives me the time of day anymore. Besides, I have plenty to keep me busy, including someone who is currently waiting for me at my loft."
She gets up and we quickly stand too, knowing that we are done here. She hasn't helped with anything, just makes me more curious who would want anything to do with me anymore. But I know where to find the answers. Peeta didn't throw much away and I know where he kept those invitations of sorts to come back to the Capitol.
Elena walks towards her door, opening it widely and as we step through, "If you two do find out who it is, please let me know. Now you have my curiosity piqued."
"Yeah, right." I mumble as I walk past her, smiling just a little at how her jaw drops from my statement. I don't have to be nice to her, not now. Well, not ever really.
Christian doesn't even really say good-bye to her, just follows behind me. I see Flavius and he seems excited to see me but I shake my head at him. I will not be getting a haircut today. I have somewhere else I need to be and know I will find my answers there.
Everyone watches us as we leave. I don't know who they are more curious about as I see them whispering to each other and hear "Mockingjay" and "Christian Grey" in hushed tones. It seems that I can't go anywhere without a person knowing who I am and apparently Christian is just as well known.
Taylor and his new sidekick are waiting for us, quickly opening the door for us to enter the car. Once everyone is in, I look at Christian and say, "We need to make another trip."
His grey eyes narrow in question and I answer, "I still have some of the letters back at home."
Without missing the implication of it, he says to Taylor without breaking eye contact with me, "Taylor, we need to get to District twelve."
"Do you want to use the helicopter again, sir?"
I barely shake my head but Christian's already on it, "No, I think we're going to have to drive. Take us back to my apartment, get the Jeep ready and make sure Mrs. Jones has some food ready for us as soon as we're packed. No one is to know where we're going, no one Taylor."
"Not a problem sir. I will have the Jeep ready to go. Will you want us to follow you?" He asks, looking at Christian through the rearview mirror.
"I think that would be a good idea, Taylor. But I don't see the roads being all that busy and this car sticks out. Don't you have a less obvious car?" I chime in, looking at both of them.
Taylor smiles and Christian snickers, "Yes, Katniss, I have less obvious cars. Hear that Taylor, you get to use the motorcycle. I think that would fit in much better."
The smile on Taylor's face is almost radiant. "Motorcycle it is then, sir."
A/N - Looks like a road trip back to District 12 is impending :)