There is a point in life when you finally get tired of people telling you what you’re going to do, and there is also a moment in your life when you gain clarity of how bullshit things are, and you can’t help but laugh. This was one of those moments, and as Silas’ words rolled over in my mind, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re fucking joking, right?”
With a heavy sigh, he stared at me, “No, I’m not. Why would I joke about this?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Because you find shit like this amusing,” I spat, rolling my eyes. “It’s ridiculous for him to think he can come here and just marry me. It’s not going to happen.”
“Perhaps… I mean, he does have to go through the games just like everyone else. So there is no telling what could happen,” Silas replied, causing my mouth to drop open slightly. Was Finnick participating in the games with everyone else?
“He is royalty? Why the hell is he participating?”
