Jesse didn’t start to worry until the afternoon started to grow long, the trees in the field across the way setting down fingers of shadow that stretched into the yard… he put the baby in a sling and a handkerchief on his shoulder so he could burp her as he walked. She burbled and blew raspberries at him, and shrieked with laughter when he made faces at her…
poor boy doesn’t expect a thing.
Chapter 7 Katniss is asleep, somewhere high up in a tree. Almost peaceful. The morning is just arriving, the tweeting of the birds promising a new day. Suddenly, a raging ball of fire launches itself at her out of nowhere. Dodging it, she jumps out of the tree desperately and collapses on the ground […]