第46部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

ls　back　and　adjusts　my　hairband。　¨Got　it；　sweetheart？〃　He　could　be　talking　about　anything　now。

¨Got　it；〃　I　say。　¨Did　you　tell　Peeta　this？〃

¨Donˇt　have　to；〃　says　Haymitch。　¨Heˇs　already　there。〃

¨But　you　think　Iˇm　not？〃　I　say；　taking　the　opportunity　to　straighten　a　bright　red　bow　tie　Cinna　must　have　wrestled　him　into。

¨Since　when　does　it　matter　what　I　think？〃　says　Haymitch。　¨Better　take　our　places。〃　He　leads　me　to　the　metal　circle。　¨This　is　your　night；　sweetheart。　Enjoy　it。〃　He　kisses　me　on　the　forehead　and　disappears　into　the　gloom。

I　tug　on　my　skirt；　willing　it　to　be　longer；　wanting　it　to　cover　the　knocking　in　my　knees。　Then　I　realize　itˇs　pointless。　My　whole　bodyˇs　shaking　like　a　leaf。　Hopefully；　it　will　be　put　down　to　excitement。　After　all；　itˇs　my　night。

The　damp；　moldy　smell　beneath　the　stage　threatens　to　choke　me。　A　cold；　clammy　sweat　breaks　out　on　my　skin　and　I　canˇt　rid　myself　of　the　feeling　that　the　boards　above　my　head　are　about　to　collapse；　to　bury　me　alive　under　the　rubble。　When　I　left　the　arena；　when　the　trumpets　played；　I　was　supposed　to　be　safe。　From　then　on。　For　the　rest　of　my　life。　But　if　what　Haymitch　says　is　true；　and　heˇs　got　no　reason　to　lie；　Iˇve　never　been　in　such　a　dangerous　place　in　my　life。

Itˇs　so　much　worse　than　being　hunted　in　the　arena。　There；　I　could　only　die。　End　of　story。　But　out　here　Prim；　my　mother；　Gale；　the　people　of　District　12；　everyone　I　care　about　back　home　could　be　punished　if　I　canˇt　pull　off　the　girl…drivencrazy…　by…love　scenario　Haymitch　has　suggested。

So　I　still　have　a　chance；　though。　Funny；　in　the　arena；　when　I　poured　out　those　berries；　I　was　only　thinking　of　outsmarting　the　Gamemakers；　not　how　my　actions　would　reflect　on　the　Capitol。　But　the　Hunger　Games　are　their　weap