Masked Enemies

Chapter 8

Katniss

I get up and pull Finnick away from the screen, and now he's sitting by my feet, rocking back and forth, murmuring her name.

I put my hand on his shoulder and turn back to the squad.

"I think we all know what the next move is." Peeta said, glaring at us.

I shook my head. "No...."

"Our next move... is tell kill me." Peeta muttered.

"Are you crazy? We're not killing you!" Jackson cried.

"I just killed a member of our team! At least give me a nightlock pill." Peeta nearly shouted.

We refused. Peeta just sat there in silence, occasionally glaring at us. Finnick had gotten up and sat next to me. Gale kept shooting me suspicious glances.

Did he really think there was something between Finnick and I? We were just friends, and I still hadn't given up on Peeta. I loved Peeta.

After a long silence, Peeta looked up and asked, "The doctor said I had been contaminated with tracker jacker venom. How do I find out what's real and what's not?"

"Ask. That's what Annie does." Finnick said, looking up from his sanctuary. His eyes were puffy and his voice tired.

"Okay. What's your favorite color, Katniss?" He asked, turning to me.

"Green. Yours is orange. You told me. Not bright orange. Soft, like the sunset." I told him.

"Thank you." Peeta said

We went on for a while like that, Finnick answering questions about the Quarter Quell, Gale answering the ones about home. Most of the questions I answered, since they were about me.