Clato: Cuts Beneath the Surface

Clato: Cuts Beneath the Surface

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Clove never knew her parents. All she knows is her trainer Favian who sometimes doubles as her dad, and sometimes falls far short of looking out for her. In district 2 they train you not to be heartless, but to ignore your heart. After years of solitude with Favian her only family Clove has mastered this skill almost as well as she's mastered knife throwing. When new training partners for the year are assigned the day after the 73rd reaping, a mistake is made. Clove ends up partnered in the wrong age category with next years best contender for the crown: Cato Hadley. Everyone is jealous but Clove has bigger problems to deal with than her annoying partner. She has a secret that she's kept hidden for years and only Cato can save her from herself.
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What if the star crossed lovers were not the victors of the 74th Annual Hunger Games? In a world where Cato Hadley and Clove Kentwell won the games. 16 year old Clove is prepared to represent District 2 as the female tribute. Fearless and highly lethal when in possession of a knife, Clove Kentwell is easily a top contender for the crown...that is before haughty Cato Hadley volunteers himself as tribute to compete alongside her. * * * * "You don't understand how exhausting it is to keep pretending I hate you." he spits at me. His expression morphs into a mortified realization as it registers to him what words just spilled from his lips.

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