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These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die, like fire and powder which, as they kiss, consume.
▎NOELLE ╱ Finnick Odair
Noelle Lochheart was soft and unyielding, imperious and kind, tougher and smoother than the endlessly rocking shores of District Four. Though endlessly clever in her wit and compassion, Noelle had been naïve enough to believe that the Hunger Games could not touch her; she was almost eighteen, and soon the violence would be beneath her, something to give an annual sigh at before shoving it down into that forbidden lockbox in the basement of her being.
But Noelle had been wrong─innocently, idiotically wrong─and so was reaped for the 70th Annual Hunger Games. No volunteers, no revolts, only the lowering of hats in premature grieving. She was doomed, it seemed, then.
Her mentor─delivered to her by whatever God above detested her most─was Finnick Odair, the victor from five years ago who had graciously accepted his role as the Capitol's own Adonis. Gleaming, handsome, noble, selfish, brusque and demonstrably cocky Finnick had as little faith in Noelle as the district she had left behind.
She had every intention of proving him wrong.
THE HUNGER GAMES ╱ Finnick Odair
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