And Still, The Cannon Fires

"District 4," Haymitch says, swirling his drink. "That's the one you'll need to keep an eye on."

"Finnick Odair, right?" Peeta asks.

Haymitch nods. "Yep. Won his Games at fourteen. Youngest victor ever. Extremely humble."

Katniss raises an eyebrow. "You're kidding."

"Yes," Haymitch says flatly. "I'm kidding. He's a peacock. Total preener. But the Capitol eats it up. Charming, smart, lethal in the arena-especially in water. He knows how to play them."

"Any weaknesses?" Katniss asks.

Haymitch hesitates, then sighs. "One. Eliza."

"Eliza Ricci?" Peeta frowns. "Snow's victor?"

"That's the one. Strong. Arrogant. Beautiful in that terrifying way. The Capitol worships her-half want to be her, the other half want to belong to her. Lived in the President's mansion for years. Been his weapon, his shadow, his warning shot."

Katniss glances at Peeta. "And she's close to Finnick?"

"Has a kind of love for him," Haymitch says. "The only person I've ever seen make her laugh. She's dangerous on her own-put them together, and you've got a storm you don't want to be in the middle of."

Katniss leans back, thoughtful. "So what's the good news?"

"Eliza seems to like you," Haymitch says, glancing her way. "Or at least she respects you."

"And the bad?" Peeta asks.

Haymitch smirks grimly. "She might want you dead."

~Extended summary inside~

Trigger Warning: Contains blood, gore, and violence
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