Mockingjay's Redemption (Book Two in the Mockingjay's Daughter Series)

Chapter Six

Chapter Six:

I gasp and grab my bow. I look into the shadows, and a figure emerges. As it walks into the moonlight, I notch an arrow and aim it. Before I let it fly, the figure speaks. 

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Well, you're not me." I cringe as my voice shakes. The person is now perfectly visible. The man has a slender, graceful build. Blond hair. Green eyes. High cheekbones. The works. My heart flutters and it angers me. This could be an official from the Capitol. 

"Who are you and what do you want?" Venom oozes from my words. He has no Capitol emblems or a Peacekeeper uniform, but I decide to play it safe.

He smirks and two dimples appear on each cheek. "Caleb."

"What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question."

I narrow my eyes and lower my bow. "That's none of your business."

"Well, beautiful, you could at least tell me your name."

My heart flutters again as he calls be "beautiful". I then register the question. Does he really have no idea who I am? He has no Capitol emblems or a Peacekeeper uniform, but I decide to play it safe.

"Primrose."

For some strange reason I feel bad about lying; even if it's just my name.

"Well, Primrose," Caleb says, "you'll have to come with me."

"I'm not going anywhere." I keep my bow close. 

"What are you doing out here, anyways?" He asks. "A little thing like you shouldn't be out here alone."

"I'm not little," I say. "I'm sixteen."

"Whatever. Let's talk about this like civilized people."

"No."

"Well, why not?"

"I hardly even know you. You could be someone from the Capitol wanting to take me away."

"You already know two things about me."

"I only know one. Your name."

"Nope," he says, popping the 'p'. "Number two is the fact that I am stunningly attractive."

I glare at him. "You may be the most conceited person I have ever met, and I've only known you for five minutes."

"Why, thank you."

I try hard not to smile. His green eyes unnerve me. 

"We really need to go," Caleb says, his tone changing slightly. "My parents knew yours. I know that you're not Primrose. You're Ivy."

I can tell my shock shows on my face. "How?"

"They fought in the rebellion together. Well, my father more than my mother."

"And who is he?"

"Was. He's dead."

"Oh," I say, feeling horrible. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I didn't know him. He died before I was born."

I'm silent.

"His name was Finnick," Caleb tells me. "My father was Finnick Odair."

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