WOLF HOUSE - THE HUNGER GAMES
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-ARDEN BAKER COULDN'T PINPOINT THE MOMENT TITUS BUICK HAD GONE MAD. She didn't know when he'd started eating the tributes he'd killed; he just had.
Arden remembered lying there, dazed from the blow she'd caught to the head, vision flickering in and out like a light that couldn't keep itself aglow.
She remembered sharp, agonizing pain up her face, and a disconcerting grinding sound she couldn't quite place as her consciousness failed her again and again, fire bringing her in and out.
Arden was not supposed to win the 72nd Hunger Games, but twin cannons went off as the other two tributes fought, swallowed up by the avalanche. One belonged to Titus Buick, and the other- He was gone. That was all that mattered.
Arden Baker had been left for dead on the cave floor. Her face? A ruin, the snarl of her teeth visible through the gash from her lips to the right of her forehead.
The Capitol had managed to put her back together again physically- the only reminder of the horrifying injury: a faint and jagged set of scars-but emotionally? Psychologically? That was another story. The seventy-second Hunger Games had left Arden a menagerie of puzzle pieces that only she could begin to be able to place.
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