“Sounds like torture, having someone controlling your voice like that.” Her hand reached up to touch her throat. Coriolanus thought that a bit dramatic but tried to sound comforting. “I don’t think there’s a human equivalent.” “Really? Do you always feel free to speak your mind, Coriolanus Snow?” she asked, giving him a quizzical look. Free to speak his mind? Of course, he did. Well, within reason. He didn’t go around shooting his mouth off about every little thing. What did she mean? She meant what he thought about the Capitol. And the Hunger Games. And the districts. The truth was, most of
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