If I’d had a private reunion with Peeta, he would have killed me. Now that he’s deranged.
No, not deranged, I remind myself. Hijacked. That’s the word I heard pass between Plutarch and Haymitch as I was wheeled past them in the hallway.
H i j a c k e d.
I don’t know what it means.
can we all take a moment to appreciate how pretty Steve McNiven’s Steve is?
Oh goodness yes