Hands shove me back. Voices hiss. “Get out of here, girl.” “Only make it worse.” “What do you want to do? Get him killed?” But at this point, my heart is beating so fast and fierce I hardly hear them. I only know that whatever waits in the middle of the square is meant for me. When I finally break through to the cleared space, I see I am right. And Peeta was right. And those voices were right, too.
