My lips are just forming his name when his fingers lock around my throat.
To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed.
Katniss: I guess all those hours decorating cakes paid off. Peeta: Yes, frosting. The final defence of the dying. (252)
Katniss?" Peeta says. I meet his eyes, knowing my face must be some shade of green. He mouths the words. "How about that kiss?
Katniss, the girl who was on fire!
No, it happened. And right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner,' Peeta says.