Hey guys! I am so sorry this took so long, as usual. But I actually don't have much of an excuse this time. It just so happens that I am losing motivation to work on this story : (. I'm not sure why- maybe because I've been with this for two months now. I have the whole story planned out but its begun to feel like a chore to sit down and write it. So most likely I'll be taking a break from this for a while. This doesn't mean I'm abandoning ship of course. I've developed these guys way too much for that. And not to mention I have the whole story. Also, I'm not revoking the message I put up last week (or was it the week before that). Any illustrations or anything you want to send me will be more than appreciated.

Anyway I hope yall like this. Because I semi-hate it haha. Give me feedback please!

12.

The fire that had seemingly come from nowhere was suddenly everywhere, burning everything. The tree that Marvel had been standing below moments before was already crumbling to ash as the orange flames licked its lively greenish bark to a dead charcoal black. Their little clearing had become a red inferno in a matter of seconds.

Clove wasted no time.

She hardly took a moment to survey the others before dashing off into the only part of the forest that wasn't ablaze. She flew on fast legs, feet hardly touching the ground as she panted, trying to get as far away from the heat that touched her back as it chased her. Smoke was already beginning to clot her lungs and breathing became a struggle. Her sinuses were charred in moments and a fierce headache came on as she slowed her pace near a thicket of trees- for one because she couldn't end the coughs that began to rack her body as her throat tried to rid itself of the suffocating smoke and also because there was a divide in the path she was following. She had two options to take; but she had no time to make any sort of rational decision. Automatically she took the left.

Her sprint wasn't nearly as fast as it had been initially but it wouldn't have made a difference anyway; because within the same minute of making her turn, she heard the crackling, rushing screech of something large and fast coming right at her. She dove to the ground not a second to soon and as she did she heard the fireball whiz past her head, just missing a direct shot and setting the trees to her right on fire when it crashed into them.

She was running again before she had even stood up completely. But before she could take more than four steps there was another fireball coming at her. This time she wasn't so lucky. She was sluggish as she ducked and it managed to skim her back.

She screamed. The pain was immediate and scorching. The material of her jacket had burst into flames. She tore the burning thing off before it could reach any other part of her. But it was too late- her back had already been burnt severely. With each stinging wave of pain she only wanted to cry out again but the thought of the cattle ranchers from Ten or the mother from Seven was enough for her to shake that idea- she wouldn't give them that. Even still the unbearable sizzling of her skin was enough to make her even dizzier and more disoriented than she was before. She knew she had to get out of there. But when she hauled herself up to keep going she only stumbled back down to avoid another ball of fire.

If she couldn't walk, then would crawl. This was the Game Makers doing. Those bastards. If only they were here with her right now- then Panem would get a real good show. She thought of them, sitting in their chairs back at the Capitol so far away from where she was now, chatting idly among each other. She hated them. And she didn't understand their motives- why would they want to kill her? Wasn't she their entertainment? Wasn't she what made their show? She wondered if they wanted to see her dead because of her hostility. That would make sense. Dogs watching two of their own fight would only jump in and join- humans weren't much different. She was sure while she slayed the girl from Eight the entire Capitol was digging their nails into their fine cushioned couches, gritting their teeth and widening their eyes; becoming animals for just a moment as they soaked up the girls blood in any way they could.

And then it dawned upon her; the Game Makers weren't trying to finish her. They were trying to satisfy that craving their people had for blood. They were leading her somewhere. So these fireballs meant she wasn't going the right way.

With whatever energy she had left Clove hauled herself up, taking less than a second to analyze her surroundings. Almost everything around her was engulfed in flames- she was sure it was everything until she turned to her right and saw the tiniest patch of green amongst all the black and red, the thicket that created the fork left untouched. She would have to navigate through there. She had no other choice.

So she did. The branches dug painfully into her back which was beginning to seem more and more serious with each step she took. But she was only motivated by what lay ahead. Lead away, Game Makers, lead away. The prospect of another kill brought about a second wind in her in a way that not even survival itself could. A shark wiggled through the dark cervices of her mind for just a moment before dissipating completely.

She had all but forgotten about the others by the time she fell through the final bush that lead to a different clearing, this one assaulted by heavy billows of smoke rather than actual flames. She could hardly hear anything but her own coughs and a painful ringing through her ears, but she did detect muffled voices before one in particular broke through.

"Clove!"

She recognized the deep bellow to belong to Cato. At first she decided to ignore him out of sheer spitefulness before he shouted again, this time louder and closer than before. "Clove!"

"I'm here!" she called back.

She heard the rattle of his sword and the knives at his belt long before his monstrous black shadow broke through the wall of gray that surrounded her.

Cato's large hand waved away the blue smoke in front of him and he stood before her, his colorless eyes nearly piercing through the haze between them. For a moment they stood before each other saying nothing but there was no silence exchange. Cato only held her in his stare, his lips pressed firmly together. Then he whipped around, snarling at the rest of them.

"What the fuck was that?" he shouted, kicking at the ground.

Four other bodies convened from the haze that was beginning to rapidly diminish and Clove knew they all survived. And though they were all disheveled none of them were in as bad a shape as she was. Marina's hair seemed to have been singed and it stood out in weird angels, Lover Boy was still coughing and Clove could see his hands had been burnt; Marvel had a small limp to his walk while Glimmer stood tall and erect, the most untouched of them all. Of course Glimmer was completely fine. Clove could see it so clearly: the blonde leaping her way through the forest like some sort of nymph, avoiding the fire as if it were no danger at all but just a friend who was trying to catch up to her. Clove's lip twitched.

The scoffs and barks from the others at Cato's statement distracted her from hating Glimmer for just a moment. She realized that no one else had come to the conclusion she had about the Game Maker's motives. Clove was about to snap at them that they were all idiots until they heard the distant sound of splashing.

In the spring, bubbling just a distance away from them, Clove saw her. She wadded through the water, desperate to escape them. That classic brown braid that trailed down her filthy neck was black from the water. But there would be no escaping. Clove's breath hitched. She had been anticipating this moment for a long time, ever since the night of the training scores. She craved the girl's blood in a way that was only made more intense because she couldn't have it. For just a moment during the interviews she had only been an arm's length away and even still she was untouchable. But now it was here- finally, finally it was here. Her heart fluttered in unbearable excitement. Oh how wrong Cato was if he thought he would get to kill her. She had always been Clove's.

No one would come in the way between her and this tribute.

As if to confirm it wasn't all just another fantasy she heard Marvel hiss but one word:

"Twelve."

Yes, Clove thought, her heart skipping a beat. The pain in her back was almost invisible now. She almost wanted to twirl and blow kisses to show her deepest gratitude to the Game Makers for their gift. The fire was so very worth it.

When they took off running Clove saw her look back at them and even from the distance she saw the instinctual glint in the girl's stone orbs. Dear, sweet Katniss.

Finally you little bitch, I've got you.

Every single cut Clove had imagined her knife leaving on the girl's skin would soon become reality. And her blood-curdling screams would finally pierce Clove's eardrums and ring throughout the entire country as they watched her struggle. This death would be beautiful.

Clove sprinted faster.

Twelve had a head start but she was slow- even slower than they were given their states. Cato had quickened into a full dash ahead of the little formation they had created- with Glimmer and Marvel at their opposing sides and Marina making up the rear. But Clove wanted no part of it. She only wanted the girl. Defiantly she broke away from them, nearly flying through the air past Cato.

She was so sure she had her- Twelve slowed down near a tree just within throwing range. Clove already had a hand on her knife, planning to get her in the left leg; somewhere that wasn't fatal- just to slow her down enough that Clove could get her hands on her. But before she could launch it, the girl hoped into the branches and began to scamper up the tree as if she were a nothing more than a rodent. Clove was first to reach the base of the tree, followed quickly by the others.

How pathetic she looked as she stared down at them with wide eyes. Did she really think she would be able to escape them this way? If only she had cornered herself even more. Nowhere to run, Katniss. A smile crawled to Clove's lips.

With her body positioned to continue her climb at any given moment, Clove watched Twelve's shoulders rise as she took in a deep breath. Then it was she who broke the silence.

"How's everything with you?" Twelve called down merrily, which Clove hadn't been expecting. She was sure the girl would have some sort of panicked reaction when they found her; one similar to when her little sister had been called during her district's reaping. The smile Clove wore was gone and in its place her lips were tight.

"Well enough," said Cato in response. He was better at humoring the girl. "Yourself?"

"It's a bit warm for my taste," Twelve said thoughtfully. "The air's better up here. Why don't you come on up?"

Clove's fingers tightened around her knives. She couldn't bare the girl's insolence any longer. She would cut that impudent mouth of hers until it was an unrecognizable bloody mass on her face.

See how brave you are when you come down from that tree.

"I think I will," said Cato. Clove looked at him now. The sneer he wore as he stared up at Twelve was closer to a snarl and his eyes burned in a way Clove had never seen them do before. But she didn't want him to get her. Clove wanted her.

"Here, take this, Cato," Glimmer said, holding out her bow and arrows.

"No," Cato growled at her, breaking his glare away from Twelve only for a moment to forcefully push the bow away from him. His smile grew wide when he said, "I'll do better with my sword."

Then, Cato easily hoisted his large body onto the nearest branch with a small grunt. Twelve watched him for just a moment before she proceeded to scramble her way up the tree again. Seeing her climb as she did, Clove realized just how slight the girl was. It was as if she was made up of nothing at all, as light as a feather. Twelve was smaller than Clove even was- though this was probably from years of being underfed in that poverty stricken little hobble she hailed from. Cato on the other hand wasn't small, not in the least. As he climbed from branch to branch like a large, burly monster crawling from the deep, she knew there was no way he would get her.

Clove wanted her to fall. She was high enough that she would be very injured and in a lot of pain. It would be perfect; Cato would be high in the branches and Clove would have just enough time to do what she wanted with the girl. And she knew none of the other's would interfere.

But instead it was Cato who fell. He managed to make it surprisingly high before the sharp, cracking snap ripped through the air and he was falling through the branches, hitting the ground hard when he finally did.

"That fucking bitch," Cato snarled like a dog, hoping up from the ground almost as fast as he had hit it. He began to pace like one as well, only staring up into the braches as he rattled off a million different swears, some of which Clove had never heard before. Of course he was angry. The Girl on Fire had managed to make him look like a fool.

But Cato was stupid. Clove understood her abilities better than he understood his own. She was trying to focus her thoughts enough to think of a way to get the girl down but Cato's voice interrupted when he barked Glimmer's name.

"Get up there," he said, pointing to the trees.

Glimmer strode past him with a set determination on her face that not even Clove could question. Even she was undeniably angered. She strung the bow and arrow across her back and leapt into the branches, scaling the tree with a bit more grace than Cato did. She wasn't very high when they began to crack beneath her feet, but rather than fall she hopped to the ground. With an irritated shriek she then whipped out her bow, aiming an arrow directly at Twelve. Of course when she let go, she missed her target completely.

Twelve reached out and snatched the arrow from where it had lodged itself into a nearby tree and then waved it above their heads.

At this gesture alone, anger assaulted Clove as if it were a real tangible being, coming at her from every angle of the forest and filling her body till she could hardly stand. It was almost enough to make her dizzy. Her vision seemed to blacken around the edges as it so often did and she only saw Katniss now as her distant figure continue to make its way higher and higher in the branches- very out of her reach. Why was she always just out of reach? Clove wanted to scream.

So she paced and tried to control her breathing. She was almost dizzy with fury. Her thoughts couldn't comprise themselves properly any longer; they only mirrored what Cato had said;

That little fucking bitch. That smelly, vile, dirty little fucking bitch.

"She's making us look like idiots," Marvel hissed. The others had gathered in a group but Clove wasn't sure if she could handle standing anywhere close to another living being at this moment without killing it.

"She's like a rat the way she can scamper up those trees," Glimmer said.

"Well what are we going to do?" snapped Marina. "It's getting dark, we don't have much time."

"We're going to fucking kill the bitch," Cato snarled, glowering at the rest of them. Then he turned to Clove, his face so red it could have began to blister with anger. "Why don't you make yourself useful for once?"

Clove stopped moving entirely. What did he just say?

"Throw your fucking knives," he snarled.

His stupidity was incredible. Clove couldn't even restrain herself from moving toward him. Her jaw was so tight and yet it cranked itself open so she could say, "They don't go that high you dumbass."

Cato's upper lip twitched. But before he could say a word Lover Boy said harshly, "Oh, let her stay up there. It's not like she's going anywhere. We'll deal with her in the morning."

Very quickly all the anger that had welled itself up into a concentrated ball in Clove's chest found its newest, closest target. She homed in on Lover Boy. Well they had found the girl didn't they?

"Is that right?" Cato said, sounding as though perhaps he felt the same way as she did. He paced around Lover Boy like a jungle cat. "And what about you, Lover Boy? We got your little girlfriend cornered up in that tree. So what do we do with you?"

Clove stepped forward involuntarily.

"Kill him."

She didn't realize she had spoken the words out loud until after each of them had turned their heads to her. His blood would do if they couldn't get the girl right away. The thought alone was enough of a tease. Now she needed it. "Kill him," she repeated. "We don't need him anymore."

In that moment Lover Boy meet her eyes but he showed no fear. Rather his calm blue orbs displayed something that was so slight it not only didn't match the expression on his face but it was completely invisible to the others and perhaps to Panem as well. But she saw it and never again would she be able to unsee it.

It was defiance.

"Why shouldn't I?" Cato said to Lover Boy, but Clove couldn't see him. She only saw Lover Boy and his eyes.

"Because he earned his right among us," said Marina, taking a small step, putting herself beside Lover Boy. She raised her chin to Cato. Of all the girls in their alliance Marina was the tallest and the broadest. But she was still nothing when compared to Cato. With a sneer he lowered his head so his face was close to hers.

"Really? Because I don't even think you did," he said. "So what's keeping me from killing the both of you?"

"Nothing," Clove said, engrossed in the interaction. Her hands clenched around her knvies as she stomped forward now.

"Morons!" Marvel suddenly snapped from where he stood, his face twisted in disgust. He then spoke in a hushed voice. "We are being made to look ridiculous right now. Am I the only one who can see that she is continuing to make us look stupid?"

He then pointed his spear at Cato. "Deal with Lover Boy once we actually do get the girl. Clearly she's a slippery little beast and perhaps not as dumb as you would assume, given her district-" he stopped to smirk at Lover Boy before continuing on. He tilted his pointed chin to look up into the trees when he said, "Who knows if she'll find a way to escape us again."

At his words Cato smacked the spear away hard and was sure to stop near Marvel as he moved past him to snarl, "Unlikely."

In the setting twilight, Cato could see she was struggling.

She was high up in that tree but he could still see it. Between the black leaves she had her back to him but he could see her white hands fluttering like moths and they worked to tend to some part of her. Hands- her hands. He would break every fucking finger on those hands the second her filthy feet touched the ground. The bitch. She didn't know pain. He would teach her what it meant to feel pain.

But when? Fucking when? How long would she sit up there for? He couldn't stand waiting. Cato always got what he wanted when he wanted it. And he wanted this girl. Again his memory replayed her face as she anxiously- hopefully gazed down at him from the branches just after he fell.

His hands balled into fists. No, he wouldn't think of that. He wouldn't think of how she managed to one up him. He wouldn't think of the entire audience that got to watch him as he fell. So he continued to think of all the ways he would shatter her bones, one by one. Her screams filled his ears and he replayed them again and again until that was all he could hear.

But they weren't real. His teeth slammed hard into each other. They weren't fucking real. She was still very alive at this very moment and completely out of his reach. He had no patience. Adrenaline coursed through his veins.

Then someone was nudging his shoulder. He automatically pulled out the sword before he even turned his head to see Glimmer, playfully raising the blonde eyebrows on her pale face, colored orange from the flames of their fire.

"Cato, always so serious," she said with a wicked smile playing on her perfectly shaped lips. Cato turned away from her. He was in no mood. And if Glimmer was smart she would stay very far away from him. The others knew to. Particularly Lover Boy.

But she didn't. Instead she continued to run that fucking mouth of hers.

"Are you going to stare up there all night?" she asked. He gave her but one warning by turning to look at her, not because he was feeling generous but because he felt no need to waste his energy on her. But that sickening smile was enough to send pulses of irritation through his blood, only increasing his anger.

He turned his focus back to trees but he could see Glimmer's frown in his peripheral vision. He smirked at this. She couldn't stand to be ignored. Eventually she leaned into his ear- her breath against it enough to make him cringe, and she hissed, "What's wrong, Lover Boy? Can't take your eyes away from your little bitch caught up in the branches?"

How good she was at picking the wrong time.

When Cato turned to her, she was smiling. The arrogant little slut thought she could run him like she did the others. This was a joke. He would have to remind her exactly who it was that had control over her, over their alliance, over this whole fucking playing field. Just as he would have to remind Panem, in case the events from earlier that day had made them forget as well.

He stood up and only jerked his head to the woods, saying nothing. It was no surprise that she understood was this meant. She rose to her feet, puffing her chest out as she did and tilting her chin down to look at him as she followed. They said nothing to the others. Cato didn't have to respond to them. Though he felt one pair of eyes in particular that he was sure for a moment he could feel burning straight through him- one very dark pair of eyes. Had he not been so full of rage at the time perhaps he would have cracked a smile at what he was so sure was a rare display of jealousy. But Clove wasn't his focus at that moment.

Instead it was Glimmer- gorgeous, sexy Glimmer who thought he was about to give her exactly what she wanted. How ignorant she was. When they were deep enough into the woods that their flame from camp was only a fleck of light, she opened her mouth to speak but he didn't want to hear another God damned word from her. She had barely uttered a sound before he took her slim waist in his hands and pulled her body into his, crashing his lips hard enough into hers that she jolted from the pain. He pressed harder into her.

She didn't even try to hide that she had done this before. They were standing but she still moved her hips against his, arched her back against him. He had been with many girls like her before back in District Two. The ones that used to watch him in the Academy, yearn for him even when he had them of their backs in training. They were all the same to him- the only difference Glimmer had from them was that she was a bit softer, a lot less aggressive, and had a face beautiful enough to match the perfect body that now wiggled away from his grasp. They just didn't make girls like this in District Two. There was another difference between her and them though; the girls back home understood their place. Glimmer didn't. And unfortunately for her, she was playing in his Hunger Games.

Her fingers entwined in his hair but they didn't quite pull. She sucked on his lower lip and ran her tongue across it but she didn't bite. She was just too soft- to gentle. Too breakable. She was teasing him in a way she could have never guessed or understood. He was reminded of the night of the interviews when there was a slimmer, less curvy body pinned against his and a pair of lips that were thinner and not as full but surprisingly strong in the way they met his with an equally powerful force.

His teeth gnashed into hers when she tried to pull away. His hands tugged hard at her soft locks of hair. He could sense her hesitance. But then her warm fingers flew up beneath his shirt and then very quickly down, down to his belt buckle. She fumbled with it before ripping it from its loops. For a moment he considered forgetting his purpose for bringing her out here and allowing her hands to continue where they were heading. But no, he wouldn't let her get such satisfaction.

His hands were then all over her. Against her ass, the small of her back, her breasts, her stomach. Her breath grew heavy, she bucked against him. She was grabbing at his neck and she moved her lips to the side of his face. But he didn't make a move until she sighed his name, just once.

He sneered.

She was expecting something different when he turned her around and through her onto the ground. Shamelessly she arched her back to him. She didn't put up much of a fight when he held her arms at her back. But when he dug his knee hard into her spine the profile of her face as she turned back to look at him showed that she was terrified. He couldn't help but devour it.

She gasped and thrashed as he pulled her head up by her hair. Then when he held the sword to her neck, she began screaming for help. Cato only laughed.

"Whose going to come for you?" he said in her ear, loud enough for Panem to hear. "Marvel?"

Glimmer continued to struggle though. In vain she bucked as if that could throw him off. He pulled her head back further, nearly chocking her as he did. She was still now, the only noises she uttered were silent, muffled whimpers. Too muffled. Teasingly, Cato ran the sword back and forth a few times on her neck until her sobs were as loud as he desired them to be. He held her face to the moonlight for just a moment more- just incase Panem didn't get a good view.

Then, shoving her head into the ground, he said, "Remember who runs this fucking show."

The message wasn't just for Glimmer. It was meant for Panem, but more than anything it was meant for that little Bitch on Fire who would be reminded the moment she got too hungry, or too thirsty who ran this show. Her time was limited.

Soon, he told himself.

He moved away from Glimmer and left her where she lay, with her face in the dirt and shoulders shaking. Clove better appreciate the fact that he kept her alive.

The pain of the burns on Clove's back had finally begun to catch up with her just as the moon had risen. She cursed herself for her weakness- now was not the time to be focusing on anything but Katniss. And yet it was bad, terribly bad at that. To test it out she nonchalantly stood up and twisted her body from side to side, acting as if she were cracking her back. But the pain that followed was enough to make her wince.

If only she had just taken the right! Then she would be perfectly fine at this moment. But of course should Twelve actually come down, Clove was sure she would feel nothing again. Even her body knew what was held most importance when the time came.

Her thoughts managed to trail back to the girl again, as did her eyes. She tried to see her, but it was hard in the over powering light of their blazing fire. She imagined her crying at her death, tears making streamlines down her dirty face. But a part of her knew the girl wasn't. It was strange how she almost seemed to understand Katniss's nature in a way she cared little know about in her other victims. Perhaps because so much time and effort had been invested in this one tribute.

She was trying to decide whether she would skin her or make deep unbearable lacerations into the girl's face when she saw Glimmer saunter over to Cato- Cato who sat on a log and seemed to be just as focused on the branches above as she was. Though of course Clove had hardly paid mind to Cato; the only member of their alliance she paid mind to now was none other than Lover Boy- whose death she had begun to plot just as vigorously as she did his district partner; they were lovers after all, how could one bare to live without the other? This very thought almost brought a wave of laughter out of her. At that moment Lover Boy was looking at them all again, mostly Cato now. At one point when she broke her gaze away from the trees she had caught him staring at her.

Would he enjoy watching the girl die? Clove wondered the truth in the statement he had made in the elevator. She wondered where his motivation was in all of this. Selflessness was something she never understood but never tried to. It seemed too unfathomable and because of this it was dangerous to think about. So she told herself that regardless of why he was with him, it would be a mistake that would cost him his life sooner than later. As soon as Katniss came down.

Suddenly she saw Cato shoot up from where he stood, his facial features ablaze with fury – all of it directed at Glimmer who gazed up at him with her doe-like eyes. Clove's posture straightened in anticipation. But she was more than surprised to see his head jerk to the forest without uttering a single word. When Glimmer stood, she slithered up from her seat in the way a snake does across the ground. Her body language was concentrated all toward one thing that not even Clove was ignorant enough to miss.

She wasn't sure why her jaw suddenly locked in that moment when she watched the pair disappear into the dark or why there was something heavy forming in her chest- a type of anger that was surprisingly foreign to her seeing that she had been sure rage was an emotion she knew every corner to. She did what she could to stifle the feeling but truthfully Clove had never been good at stifling her anger. If it was something like remorse or warmth or even fear, when it rarely came, Clove knew how to depose of it. But anger always had a hand on her.

Cato- too angry, too predictable... did he even know how easy he would be to take down? He thought he had some upper hand on her, he truly thought he would be the one to kill her. But he wouldn't. He had nothing. He was just another arrogant brute in these games; there were a million like him. But there was hardly ever a player like her.

Suddenly she hated herself for this foolish, senseless burst of emotion. Cato didn't matter right now. Glimmer certainly didn't matter. Only Katniss mattered. Well, Katniss and the skin or lack off on Clove's back.

The thought had just crossed her mind when she saw several sliver parachutes flutter down through the night sky toward the group of them. One landed near Marvel, one near Marina and one near Clove. As she picked hers up she couldn't help but smile at Lover Boy, who got nothing. But as she did she caught him staring up into the trees- tearing his gaze away only when he noticed he was being watched.

She already knew what her package was before she opened it- medicine. It was about time too. Lyme's voice came to her mind: "Care about it now, or care about it in the arena"- well she had been right. Clove did need the sponsors, in a sense. Though she should have been smart enough to functionally operate without them.

In the package she also noticed two silver boxes filled with steaming stews. Given the bold two written on the parachute she knew who the other dinner was for. Well wasn't Cato busy right now? And she wasn't that hungry.

Clove smiled as she through the extra box into the fire.

Night had long past fallen as Peeta stared into the sky. The moon had disappeared, the sky was a colorless purple. He wouldn't be sleeping tonight. How could he?

He had failed, the careers had Katniss now. Well, no he hadn't failed yet. There was still a chance he could save her. It was slim- but it was still possible. He already knew what he would do. The moment she came down he would have to attack the Careers himself. It would be difficult to go for two or more at once. But maybe it would be just the distraction she needed to get away, maybe…

There was another reason Peeta couldn't sleep. It was because these would be the last moments of his life. There was no question as to whether or not he would die tomorrow.

He rolled his head to the side so he could look into the trees and see her. She would never know what he did. She would never know it was for her. Maybe in the end she would. But even then, knowing Katniss she would assume it was for sponsors and the whole star-crossed-lovers bit. She would never know it was because he actually did love her.