Karla was throwing clothes into an overnight bag and trying not to feel guilty. Or relived. Or guilty about feeling relieved. Jack's phone call had given her exactly what she'd wanted: an excuse to get away from the island for a few days, away from the memory of the Games and Katniss's death. Like Triela's death spurring her to Kaeleer for the ( Read more... )

It had been a fun night, with parties and drinking, but a little thing like an evening full of alcohol couldn't stop her from bounding out of bed ( Read more... )