¨Is there really a word to describe the state we are in right now?¨ She asks
¨Of course there is,¨ I tell her as I run my fingers through my hair, ¨Its called death. Life. Love. Torture.¨
¨The games are mind games really. If you think one bit like them, everything will turn away from you,¨ she says a little louder
¨Allies become short. Lives become Vague. If your part of a district you were never human. It has always been that way,¨ I say back
¨Its too confusing,¨ she complains
¨Life was confusing for me when you separated us when we were 10 and 8,¨ I snicker
¨I love you Cato,¨ she softly says
¨I love you too Clover.¨
A little sneak peek at the future of the book! Second chapter is out, so GO GO GO!!