Shattered (The Hunger Games)

Everything had been shattered. All of the pieces flung to the far corners of the earth.

Astoria Snow used to have everything.

And now?

There was nothing.

++Excerpt from Chapter One++

“Astoria Snow,” she stood and was graceful even in her pain. “But I suspect you know that,” she looked up at him with wide eyes.

“I do,” Commander Hawthorne’s tone was measured and stable. “You avoided us for longer than most.” He returned evenly.

“I take no credit for it.” Her voice was clear, concise, and sharp like glass. “Grandfather made arrangements for me should anything like this happen.” She pursed her lips. “His paranoia did have some perquisites.” Astoria lightly tapped her blue painted fingernails on the clear table. Commander Hawthorne cocked his head lightly in her direction. Astoria reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vial that was filled with a clear liquid. “Acta est fabula.” She raised the vial.

“Excuse me?” Commander Hawthorne strode a few steps toward her.

“The play is over,” Astoria whispered and closed her eyes.