Chapter 15: "You saved me"

"In this farewell
There's no blood,
There's no alibi.
'Cause I've drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies.

So let mercy come,
And wash away
What I've done.

I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become.
Erase myself
And let go of what I've done."

~ Linkin Park 'What I've done'

The man leaned forward, breathing heavily. Clove narrowed her eyes in order to be able to notice his features in the darkness. And she sure did.

Her heart stopped.

He was here. He really was. Same eyes. Same strenght. Even the smell of him as he leaned closer to her was exactly as she remembered. She stared at his blood marked face and his moving lips that were saying something to her; something she could not hear. And one thought crossed her mind, one thought she didn't know she would say out loud;

"Oh my God, I'm dead."

"Not yet you're not."

That voice..

"Come on, we need to go." He said, grabbing her arms and practically lifting her up off the ground. She flinched when she felt the touch of his strong hands and he sent her a look of pure concern. He glanced down at her bleeding shoulders and winced. "You alright, little girl?" he asked, placing his hand on the side of her head to make her look him in the eyes. Her own were wide in shock and confusion. Her head was spinning. Panting, she lifted her shaking hands and pressed them flat to his chest. She felt it moving as he breathed. She felt his quickly pumping heart underneath her fingers. It was not a dream. She was still alive. And so was he.

She looked up at him with tears of disbelief in her eyes. Her hands grabbed the front of his jacket in fists and she held onto him tighter than she ever had before. She then glanced at the beast he had just saved her from and a sharp pain cut through her heart.

"Marvel." she gasped, tightening her grip on him. Cato shot a glance at the mutt then back at her face; she looked terrified. And he knew very well why.

The snarling of more beasts heading their way startled them out of their intimate reunion. Clove threw a quick, frightened glance at the mutt that had just attacked her, feeling her body go cold.

"Come on." Cato said and they both took off running. Clove couldn't help but keep looking over her shoulder; she had to make sure that he was still behind her. She couldn't bear the thought of losing anyone again, especially not him. Not again. She was so hurt and weak, but as long as she was able to see his dark figure following her through the woods, she was still able to move her legs fast. She was able to ignore all the pain and fatigue that she felt, because she was willing to fight. And because she was not alone.

"Clove!" a soft voice suddenly rang out in the dark, interrupting her thoughts. She stopped abruptly and looked around for the source of it, frowning. Could it really be- "Up here!"

She looked up and was surprised to discover Rue and Katniss, looking down at her from the tall tree they were sitting in. But Clove wasn't nearly as surprised as her allies when Cato suddenly burst into the picture.

"Oh my God." Katniss gasped. "How did you-"

"Yeah, yeah, 'welcome back, Cato', I know." Cato blurted out sarcastically, knowing there was no time for any of that. "Climb, Clove, quick."

Clove obeyed immediately and with his help she grabbed the lowest branch. She quickly pulled herself up on it, attempting to climb as high as she could and as fast as it was possible. She had never been too great at climbing trees and the main reason for that was.. well, as a Career she never really considered that she'd need that skill. But thankfully, she was small and light, so she knew she'd make it just fine. It was her district partner that she was concerned about;

"Faster, Clove." Cato calmly egged her on, glancing over his shoulder to see if the mutts were getting too close.

"Are you coming!?" she gasped in a fear-filled voice, looking down.

"I am, just keep going!" he told her, as the wild growling got louder. He then proceeded to follow Clove up the tree but it was definitely a much harder task for him due to his body weight. He managed to get high enough just in time, though. Six big and bloodthirsty creatures made it to the bottom of the tree and desperately tried to catch one of his feet in order to pull him down. Clove looked down over her shoulder and saw him kick one of the mutts hard, while trying to hold onto the thick branch he was hanging from. And that's all it took; just one moment of distraction. Her foot slipped and before she knew how, she was already falling down and toward the mutts' open and awaiting snouts.

Katniss and Rue both screamed when they saw her falling. She squeezed her eyes shut and when she thought she was about to meet her end halfway, everything stopped.

Clove looked up and saw Cato who had one of his arms wrapped around the trunk of tree while the other hand was holding hers tight; half of his body was hanging off the branch. Clove gasped and reached her other hand up and wrapped her fingers around his forearm.

"I've got you." he choked out, squeezing her hand reassuringly. "I got you."

As the mutts began competing against each other as to which one would get to taste the hanging prey first, Clove started kicking her legs around to avoid getting bitten. Cato tightened his jaw and squeezed her hand even harder, when she began swaying in the air too much and her hand got a bit sweaty.

"Dammit, Katniss, what are you waiting for?!" Cato yelled, panting. "Shoot them!"

It seemed like that harsh voice of his slapped Katniss out of the shock she'd been frozen in. Careful not to slip off the branch she was sitting on, she quickly reached behind her and got one of the arrows.

Clove yelped when one of the mutts brushed his teeth against her leg; it felt like the first lick of fire that was about to consume her. She knew that next time any of the nasty creatures tries reaching her, they may finally succeed.

"Katniss!"

"I can't, I might hit her!" she yelled back, bow at ready but it was all to no avail. Cato cussed loudly and looked around as if to see if there was something within reach that would miraculously help.

"Cato."

He heard the anxiety in her voice so he looked down but she was not looking at him at all. He followed her eyes and instantly, the blood in his body seemed to have turned cold.

The branch he was leaning on had begun to crack underneath his and Clove's body weight. He swallowed hard, feeling his teeth chatter inside of his mouth from all the effort and cold. He locked eyes with her again and he did not like the pleading and determined look she was giving him. He didn't have to ask her any questions; he knew what she was thinking.

"No." he answered her unspoken request, but he knew it was not going to change her mind.

"There's no other way," she said, letting go of his forearm and letting her arm drop to her side. "you have to let go!"

"No, Clove!" Cato snapped at her angrily. The only thing that was now between her and the horrible death awaiting her was his hand, desperately trying to hold onto hers. But she seemed more than ready to finally.. give up.

"Let go of me now!"

"No, I won't!"

"Right now, Cato!

"I said NO!"

Clove huffed in annoyance, throwing a glance down at the mutts before looking up at him once again; "Cato, don't be stupid! If you won't let me go, we're both gonna die!"

"Then we both die!" he roared loud enough for everyone in the arena to hear him. Clove stared up at him in utter shock, her eyes softening like never before. His eyes were filled with so much sorrow and desperation that it brought tears to her eyes. "I'm not letting you go." Cato whispered to her, his own eyes glistening. His hand squeezed hers even tighter, as it started getting sweaty. Clove swallowed down all the fear she felt then glanced down again. And then she heard him say something that made her forget that she was suspended between life and death.

She looked up with a frown on her pale face. "What?" she asked in a breathless gasp.

"I said I-"

But Clove didn't find out what it was that he had said before. All she heard was a loud crack as the branch finally gave in underneath their weight and broke.

"No!" Rue cried out, watching them both fall. They hit the ground hard. Clove gasped as all the air escaped her lungs at the impact. She felt her hand being squeezed and realized Cato was still holding on. Before she knew what was happening, he pulled her up in a sitting position and was on his knees, his arm spread in front of her, his other hand on the handle of his sword. A few days ago she wouldn't have understood what that was supposed to do. But now it was so clear to her; he was trying to protect her. Still. Even when they had all those wild wolf mutts surrounding them, when it was obvious they were about to be eaten alive, he was still trying to shelter her. Making sure he'd go first.

But nothing was happening and after a minute or so, Cato furrowed his eyebrows and glanced at her over his shoulder. The beasts just stood there, still. Like pet dogs that had just eaten. None of them moved. None of them bared their teeth. None of them lunched. Clove and Cato were still as statues, frozen in shock and fear, barely breathing. And so were Katniss and Rue, as they watched them from above with wide eyes.

That lasted for another minute. And then, one of the wolf mutts made a noise; something that sounded like a squeal of a hungry dog that is not allowed the food in front of him. And then something that nobody would have seen coming happened. The beasts just ran off. Just like that. They were gone.

With a very shocked frown, Cato slowly lowered his arm. He heard Clove let out a deep breath that she probably had been holding for a while. He turned around, still on his knees and winced when he saw how white her face was.

"It's okay," he said softly, placing one of his hands on her shoulder. She hissed in pain and moved away from his touch. "Clove?"

She heard his voice from a far distance and she could no longer make out his face because everything just got mixed together into one blur of colors.

And then there was nothing.

Clove woke up, slowly opening her swollen eyelids. Hot tears filled her eyes, as she felt excruciating pain in every single part of her body.

Everything was a blur. She didn't know what was going on. The world was spinning before her and she couldn't stop it. Her head felt so heavy that she became scared she would not be able to even sit up. She closed her eyes again, hoping that all of this was just a dream, just a very unrealistic nightmare.

While she lied there, praying for all this pain to go away, the horrific memories came crushing down on her.

Thresh. The few smiles he'd given her. His last words. The aching look on his face. All the blood.

She squeezed a tear from her eye and it slowly rolled down the side of her face, disappearing in her hair. She finally got up the courage to try and get herself off the ground. And so she attempted to sit up by propping herself up on her left elbow. She winced when sharp pain cut through her shoulder. She glanced to her arm and learned that someone had taken off her jacket and wrapped a bandage around both of her shoulders where the claws had wounded her. She remembered one of the beasts digging its knife-edged claws into her flesh seconds before it made the life bleed out of Thresh. Along with that painful memory came the realization of what had happened right before she passed out and it instantly made her panic.

She shot up into a sitting position and, with relief, noticed Katniss and Rue, sleeping on the ground next to each other right in front of her. She let out a deep sigh, actually happy to see them well and alive.

Clove registered a movement out of the corner of her eye so she turned her head and was faced with the guy she thought she had lost days ago. Something squeezed her heart at the sight of him. He was just sitting there, leaning back against the tree behind him. So casually. He almost looked like the Cato she remembered training with back at the Academy. Minus the concerned look he sent her as soon as they locked eyes.

"Hi."

She didn't know how long she just sat there, staring at him. She didn't know what to say or think. Her deeply confused brain searched for something that'd help her keep the balance; because as of right then she felt like she was stumbling, blindly looking for anything to hold onto.

She just couldn't comprehend what had happened. She was so sure that she was never going to see him again. She knew she hadn't watched him die nor heard his cannon, but it seemed pretty obvious to everybody that Cato could not have survived.

How was he now sitting a couple of feet away from her, looking more than fine? How could it be that by some miracle he was here with her, alive, while Thresh's dead body lied on the cold ground somewhere in the woods?

Clove swallowed hard, trying her best to ignore the pain she knew was incurable. How would normal people deal with that? What was the remedy?

There was none.

"Hey," Clove finally whispered back. She then looked away from those intense eyes of his that she missed so much. She glanced down at her hands which only made her heart ache even more. There was dry blood all over them; they almost looked like she'd washed them with blood instead of water. She bit on her trembling lip, as Thresh's face flashed through her exhausted mind again. Squeezing her eyes shut, she curled up her shaking fingers.

She stayed like that for maybe a minute before she heard approaching footsteps. She opened her eyes and he was kneeling right in front of her. He held a bottle in one hand and a bandage in the other. Without a word, he proceeded to soak the bandage with water, offering her no explanation whatsoever. Clove frowned, but before she could ask him what he was doing, he put down the bottle, then grabbed one of her hands gently. And just like that he began cleaning the blood off of her skin until there were thin streams of now light red water dripping down her arm.

Clove just stared for a minute, feeling so cold and numb. So unbelievably wounded. "That's Thresh's blood." those words escaped her lips without a permission. Cato's hand froze and she looked up at him with pain written all over her pale face. Not only did he recognize it; he understood her pain. He felt very similar when it was Clove herself that was dying on him a few days back. He felt that way when Cade had lost his life and all he could do was watch.

All he could do was watch..

Cato gazed into her beautiful eyes for what seemed like a very long time before he was finally ready to look away. "I know." he told her softly, before continuing his previous task. He didn't know appropriate words to soothe her pain. Nobody had ever taught him any comforting words. Nobody had ever told him how to act in cases like this.

As soon as he was done cleaning her hands, he folded the bloody bandage in half and soaked the clean part of it with water again. "Here," he whispered, handing it to her. "Clean your face."

Clove sniffed one time, then took the bandage from him. After a short moment of hesitation, she brought it up to her face and began rubbing it against her skin blindly., having no idea where the blood stains actually where. Cato just watched her attempts to clean every spot on her face for a while and then grabbed the bandage from her again. He cleaned the blood she missed on the skin between her nose and her upper lip, then threw the gauze away.

This reminded her of that time when Thresh and her were both cleaning Marvel's blood off of themselves the morning after he'd been killed. She couldn't help but remember the feeling of relief she had experienced back then; along with the blood all the guilt and utter confusion had been washed away.

Now? She felt nothing. For all she cared, her hands could still be red from his blood. They would always be. She knew she would forever feel it on her skin. Well... as long as she was still alive.

"You okay?" Cato's distant voice interrupted her thoughts. A ghost of a pretend smile crossed her features and she nodded.

"What happened?" she quickly asked, wanting to avoid him accusing her of lying.

"You've lost a lot of blood." Cato said, handing the water bottle to her so she could have a drink. "You passed out."

Clove took a hearty swig then slowly wiped the back of her hand across her mouth. "No... I mean what happened to you?" she clarified and, instantly, Cato looked like he knew she'd ask him that question sooner or later. "They told me you had lured the wolves away from Katniss so she could make it back to us with the medicine. She said about a dozen wolves were after you and shortly after she heard the cannon."

Cato shook his head with a half-hearted smile on his face. "It takes more than a bunch of dogs to kill me, Clove." he joked, hoping it'd relax her but he clearly failed, because she looked anything but amused. She didn't return the smile. His own faded by the time he opened his mouth again, "That cannon Katniss heard was obviously not mine. I was still running for my life when I heard it." he said, running a tired hand through his hair. He then went still, his eyes staring at her hands but he wasn't really looking at them; she could tell his mind was elsewhere.

"How did you manage to fight those wolfes all at on-"

"I put up one hell of a fight, Clove, that's how." he cut her off before she was completely done with her question. His eyes connected with hers and she knew that even if she wanted to, she'd not be able to look away. "I fought like hell to survive because I really wasn't ready to die."

Clove just watched him silently without a word. She could sense that he was about to tell her more. And she wasn't wrong.

"But there was this moment," Cato said before pausing again, looking as if he needed a minute to gather his thoughts or think of the right words to use. "while they were all attacking me and I was sure that this was it. I was sure that I was gonna die."

Clove leaned back a little, taken aback. It wasn't surprising to hear him admit to that. She felt a certain way about it because she knew that feeling very well. Marvel's dead face reappeared in her head and she closed her for a few seconds to get rid of it.

"And you know what I did? This is gonna make you laugh." Cato continued, as his face broke into a half-hearted smirk. "I prayed." Having heard that, Clove blinked fast, frowning which only made him laugh dryly. "Yeah. I'm sure that the person I used to be once would have had a good laugh, too."

She didn't laugh, though. She didn't even smirk. And so he watched her face for another minute, pleasantly surprised, before carrying on. "That's what I did, though. I made a deal with God. With God that I never used to believe in. I told Him that I will never ask for anything ever again," he paused again, his eyes turning softer. "if I could just see you one more time."

As soon as those words left his mouth, Clove felt something heavy drop to the very bottom of her stomach. The air between them seemed much thicker now and she found it hard to breathe normally. He was so close to her; she only realized it now after he'd confessed whatever it was he was implying. She couldn't lie to herself anymore, though. She knew what he was saying. For the first time since they had entered the arena, she did understand his actions and words loud and clear.

"I guess it worked." Cato whispered, looking away. "Who would have thought?"

Certainly not her. And yet he was here. He did survive.

"You saved me, Clove." he confessed and it had never been easier for him to admit to his feelings. "The thoughts of you kept me strong long enough to survive the attack. Long enough to stay alive while my wounds were healing."

Nothing had ever shocked her as much as this. She felt a very powerful urge to just get up and run off. But at the same time something was holding her down and she couldn't move. His face was inches away from hers and she couldn't breathe. All those words that had just rolled off of his tongue with such amazing ease... they took her breath away. She allowed a few long seconds to pass, before she licked her dry lips and found the courage to speak again:

"You were willing to die so I could live." She whispered softly in a voice that sounded nothing like her. "You chose me over winning the Games." she said, although both of her statements had a hint of a question mark at the end of them. Like she still was full of doubts. As if she still was clueless. But Cato saw it more as her saying all that out loud so that she could finally realize what she had been oblivious to for so long. She looked down at her hands, unable to stand his piercing stare.

"I promised you I'd come back." he told her, even though he knew she was unconcious when he had made her that promise. "Seems like I've finally found someone worth dying for."

What is one supposed to do when they hear a confession like that? After having spent their entire lives alone, been taught nothing but how to hate and despise people, how is one supposed to react?

Clove didn't have answers to that. Not one. She took a little while before she was able to look up and in Cato's eyes again and, to her horror, she realized he was much closer to her than she originally thought. If this happened before the arena or even a day or two ago, she would have punched him or at least moved the hell away from him in a blink of an eye. But she didn't. She couldn't; it was almost as if something was stopping her, keeping her in place. She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. She hadn't had any time to recover from first thinking Cato was dead, and now he was back. Alive and well. He'd saved her life. Again. Thresh was the one who was gone, but this time she couldn't hope for him to return, like Cato. Because she saw him die. Because she knew he had died, trying to save her. She was so tired of feeling so helpless. She had never needed anyone to rescue her before. And if there was one thing that she hated about the change she'd gone through in the arena, that was it.

Just when she thought that the situation couldn't possibly get any worse, it did. Because Cato decided to start leaning in and she was still frozen. She still couldn't do a thing. The overwhelming feeling of trying to process everything that had happened made her numb and incapable of responding.

She thought he was gone. The only person in her life that she now knew meant something to her. He had saved her and came back. He'd gone to hell and back for her. And here he was, about to literally show her what it was like to feel something that was close enough to love. She could now feel his soft breath on her face. She could feel the heat radiating off of his body and whatever it was that he was about to do, she was just going to let it happen.

Suddenly there was a noise of a person rolling over on the grass and it broke the two apart. As frozen as Clove was seconds ago, she practically jumped back and away from Cato before Katniss managed to open her eyes. The sounds woke Rue up as well and now the two girls were both staring up at them.

"Clove," Katniss whispered finally, sitting up. "are you alright?"

Clove just gaped at her, looking as if someone had just slapped her across the face. She then broke into a tiny smile and nodded. She slowly got on her feet and the rest just followed her.

Without a warning, Rue suddenly ran over to Clove and wrapped her arms around her torso.

"I'm glad you're okay." the little girl said, squeezing the very confused Clove. Cato sent her an amused smirk as he stared at the scene before him. Clove smirked back, narrowing her eyes and mouthed a 'shut up' which only made him smile wider. At last, Rue pulled away and went to get her backpack.

"Alright, people." Cato broke the silence, getting his own stuff up off the ground. "Let's go."

Everyone obeyed without any unnecessary speculations. As Katniss was passing Clove by, she gave her a supportive pat on the back before moving on. Clove furrowed her eyebrows but said nothing, then followed the other girl.

Cato just watched them go for half a minute. Just as he was about to follow them himself, he noticed the smile that Rue's face held. The I-saw-you-almost-kiss kind o smile. He frowned, staring down at the girl. "What are you smiling about?"

She just shrugged innocently and he just couldn't help but smile back at her.

Just a little.

Cato stood in the crowd of people in front of the big screen. In district 2 it was a tradition to watch the Bloodbath by the Justice Building; it was a great source of entertainment for all the Careers as well as the victor families. Not everyone liked the idea, but most people was alright with watching kids die on live TV as long as their own children weren't involved. "Normal" families, meaning the ones whose kids have never made it into the Academy, they could just sit back and relax, knowing that none of their family members were going to die anytime soon. They taught themselves to treat the games as some sort of relief. They learned how to not cringe while the blood of the innocent was being splattered in the arena. As long as it wasn't their innocent kids.

And so district 2, overall, seemed more than fine with how things worked in Panem. The Career families saw the Games as something they lived for and winning them as the biggest possible achievement. The rest of the people just tried to enjoy the show, happy to live their lives with their own definition of peace.

Not Cato Hawks, though. He stood in the crowd of cheering people, staring at the screen where 24 tributes stood on their assigned metal circles, awaiting the gong. Cato found the one face that was familiar to him and it felt as if something super heavy had collapsed on him. His brother stood there, completely oblivious to what was about to take place. Careers always lived their lives, dreaming of that moment. What it'd be like to end up in the arena, knowing the famous Bloodbath was about to begin. What it'd be like to actually use their beloved weapons on someone, see them bleed because that's what they'd been driven by for their whole lives. Making it into the Games and using all their knowledge on how to hurt lives. Take lives.

That's what Cato had expected to see on his brother's face; determination, aggression, that lethal spark in his eyes he'd always have whenever he was seen training or fighting someone. But when Cato looked at him, all that was replaced by something he could not identify. It wasn't fear. It wasn't courage, either. He wondered did that change in his brother's behavior have anything to do with their last conversation inside the very same building he was standing in front of now.

"Let the 73rd Hunger Games begin! And may the odds be ever in your favor!"

Cato swallowed hard, clenching his fists and feeling drops of sweat on his temples. Something brushed his arm and he turned his face to check who the hell decided to move around during the countdown; but when he saw who that person was his heart forgot how to beat.

Clove looked up at him with what seemed like emotionless eyes. But he knew her better than that. He could read her better than that. He gazed deep into those intense eyes of her and nodded, because he knew what she wanted of him.

Her eyes screamed at him to keep it together, be strong. And that was exactly what he was going to do.

"10... 9... 8..."

Cato looked away from Clove and back at the screen, very well pretending he couldn't care less about what was about to happen. He didn't give one damn. Not one.

"7... 6... 5... 4..."

Run fast, Cade. As fast as you can.

"3... 2..."

Kill them all right there, if you have to.

"... 1 ..."

Don't get killed.

Clove's arm brushed his again as the gong announced the beginning of this year's Games. Little did Cato know nothing would turn out as he expected. Same words were echoing in his mind all over;

Don't get killed, Cade. Don't get killed. Don't get killed...

Cato had his eyes plastered to the back of Clove's head, as she and Katniss were both up front, leaving him and Rue a little behind. He guessed the three girls were trying to make it look like him coming back hadn't affected them. He knew it had. He knew they had just lost Thresh. Thresh was the good one. Even Clove had taken a liking to him. Rue simply loved him; he had made her feel safe like no other. Katniss respected and trusted him.

But him? He had had a hard time getting along with his group from day 1. And then Clove's team joined and things stayed pretty much the same. They did follow his orders out of fear or simply because they thought he knew what he was doing. And then they thought he had died. Now he was back and Thresh was out of the picture and he found himself actually wondering how they were thinking of him now.

He watched Katniss getting a water bottle from her backpack, then frowned when she offered it to Clove first. The other girl took it from her with a small smile and a whispered 'thanks'. What the hell happened to the girl he thought he knew so well?

Before he could go any further with his thoughts, he heard a gasp and the sound of a body colliding with the ground. He stopped and glanced over his shoulder at Rue who must have tripped and was now trying to get back up.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked her, offering her a hand. She nodded with an embarassed smile on her innocent face, grabbing onto his hand. He helped her get back on her feet and having sensed someone's eyes on them, he glanced at the two other girls. It turned out that of course he was right; Clove and Katniss were watching the scene in front of them with pleasant surprise written all over their faces.

It's not just Clove. What's happened to me? Cato shook his head and was about to ignore what had just happened, but he didn't get the chance to.

Before any of them made another move, Claudius' voice rang out in the arena, sending chills down their spines;

"Tributes!" With the sound of his voice, Cato involuntarily moved a bit closer to Rue, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder, as he listened carefully. "At the beginning of this year's Hunger Games, you had been divided into six teams. You were instructed to protect the lives of your assigned allies in order to save your own in the end. But as everyone knows, at the end of the day there can only be one victor."

At once, Cato and Clove locked eyes. There was no need for Claudius to continue. Everyone knew what was coming next;

"Tributes, I am pleased to announce that the new rule we'd introduced you to on the very first day has been... revoked. From now on, there is no more teams. From now on, it's 'to each his own' in the arena. Let the best one win. Good luck. And may the odds be ever in your favor."

Silence filled the space around them as soon as Claudius' voice stopped echoing around the arena. The four of them stood there, paralyzed in shock, staring at each other. Cato froze with his hand still on little Rue's shoulder and she stared up at him with wide eyes, looking as if she was waiting for his grip to suddenly tighten. Katniss threw a glance at Clove, but she was not looking at her.

They could almost hear the pumping of their own hearts, as each one of them was now facing the uncertain.

The odds are never in our favor. Thresh had written those words what seemed like ages ago. And he had no idea just how right he was.

He had no idea.

A/N: Another cliffhanger, people. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and that I've managed to win some forgiveness for killing Thresh by bringing back Cato! Which was the plan all along, it is after all a Clove/Cato centered fanfic. :) Please, let me know what you think!

Hope everyone is having a great week!