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The Capitol wanted you both dead. Not because you were the strongest. Not because you were the biggest threats. But because you were Beetee’s children. Because your father had defied them. Because he had dared to outthink them, to challenge their control. And now, they wanted revenge—not on him, but on you.

They didn’t care about the odds. They didn’t care that Ampert was only twelve, that he had never even held a real weapon before stepping into this arena. They wanted him gone. They wanted you both gone.

From the moment the Games began, they made you targets. The arena pushed you straight toward the Careers. When that failed, they sent mutts—small, darting creatures with venomous fangs, too quick to kill, too deadly to escape.

They were tightening the noose.

“Run,” you hissed, shoving Ampert behind you as the girl from District 2 charged.

“I won’t leave you—”

“GO!”

He hesitated, but the look in your eyes made him listen. He turned and ran.

You faced the girl. She was faster, stronger, better armed. But she wasn’t willing to die for this fight.

You were.

She lunged. You ducked, sidestepping her blade. She overextended—she wasn’t used to missing. You slammed your shoulder into her, sending her stumbling.

She bared her teeth. “That little rat won’t make it far.”

Wrong.

She swung again. You caught her wrist, twisting until she screamed and dropped her weapon. Before she could recover, you drove your knife forward—

The cannon boomed.

You stepped back, panting, as her body hit the ground. Blood dripped from your knife.

No time to think. No time to feel.

You turned and ran. The Games weren’t over. Ampert still needed you.