My heart pounded as I gazed at Finnick. There was tension in the air between us. I had no idea why he had just accused me of keeping something from him. Now, though, I could sense his struggle as he sat across from me, his eyes full of remorse.
Finnick muttered, "I owe you an explanation, Freya," in a regretful tone. "I have been collecting intelligence. On the recently formed faction. I knew we needed to be ready, but I didn't want to bring you into it."
I blinked, experiencing a conflict between relief and rage. "So, you've been spying on me?" I muttered. My voice broke with pain. "Finnick, how long? How come you didn't tell me?
With a look of guilt on his face, he lowered his head. "I was afraid of losing you. I believed it would hurt you if I told you what I was doing. I intended to shield you from everything that's going on, including this."
"But why did you keep it a secret?" I raised my voice and asked. "Why couldn't you just trust me?"
