I position my arrow to penetrate his brain. He’ll barely feel a thing. Suddenly, he’s sitting up, eyes wide in alarm, short of breath. “Katniss!” He whips his head toward me but doesn’t seem to notice my bow, the waiting arrow. “Katniss! Get out of here!” I hesitate. His voice is alarmed, but not insane. “Why? What’s making that sound?” “I don’t know. Only that it has to kill you,” says Peeta. “Run! Get out! Go!”
THATS WHAT WE DO. WE PROTECT EACH OTHER
