It’s not until we enter the City Circle that I realize I must have completely stopped the circulation in Peeta’s hand. That’s how tightly I’ve been holding it. I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp, but he regains his grip on me.
“No, don’t let go of me.” he says. The firelight flickers off his blue eyes. “Please. I might fall out of this thing.”
“OK.” I say.
Remember girl on fire, I’m still betting on you.
‘You’re still trying to protect me. Real or not real,” he whispers.