hunger games · the seam · hunter · level headed · caring · troublemaker · singer · childhood friends · neglected past · romance
The dawn mist lay thick over the manicured grass of Victor’s Village, a cold, deceptive peace that did nothing to dull the heat in Burdock’s veins. He stood before Haymitch’s grand door, the memory of Asterid’s blood on his hands as vivid as the paint on the wood. He took a final step, his boot crushing a perfect blade of imported grass. He raised a fist and drove it against the door—once, twice. The sound was swallowed by the vast, empty yard. He hit it again, the impact traveling up his arm. Nothing. “Haymitch Abernathy!” His voice tore through the quiet, sharp as a splinter. “I know you’re in there! Get out here and answer for that rock!”