Peeta’s beside me dressed in an outfit identical to mine. “What did Finnick Odair want?” he ask. I turn and put my lips close to Peeta’s and drop my eyelids in imitation of Finnick. “He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets,” I say in my best seductive voice. Peeta laughs. “Ugh. Not really.” “Really,” I say. “I’ll tell you more when my skin stops crawling.” “Do you think we’d have ended up like this if only one of us had won,” he ask, glancing around at the other victors. “Just another part of the freak show?” “Sure. Especially you,” I say. “Oh. and why especially me?” he says with a smile. “Because you have a weakness for beautiful things and I don’t,” I say with an air of superiority. “They would lure you into their Capital ways and you’d be lost entirely.” ”Having an eye for beauty isn’t the same thing as weakness,” Peeta points out. “Except possibly when it comes to you.”
I rarely ever do this but she melts my heart. Poor little baby Hope was chained up, doused in kerosene and set on fire by her owner who has since been arrested. She may have some permanent eye damage but that is the least of her struggles. You can donate here to help with her medical expenses so she can receive the treatment she needs. Every little bit counts so even though they have surpassed their goal I still suggest you donate even a tiny amount. I have zero tolerance for people who hurt innocent animals they are just sick and disgusting. What could this precious little baby have done to deserve such a thing? All I can say is he will get his and I hope it’s just as painful for him as it is for her.