I'm more than just a piece in their Games.

And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.

Quiero morir siendo yo mismo. ¿Tiene sentido?

You love me. Real or not real?"
I tell him, "Real.

I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peeta’s eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock.

“Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp.

“I can’t,” he says.

It's weird, how much he's noticed me... And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either.