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Cassian pushed through a curtain of hanging vines, his jaw tightening as he examined the broken branches ahead.
Fresh.
She'd been here.
A bitter laugh escaped him.
Your getting sloppy, district seven!
Three days.
Three days since she'd humiliated him in front of half the remaining tributes.
The memory still burned.
The tribute everyone expected to dominate the Games had been outsmarted by a girl from the lumber district. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her disappearing into the trees while he stood there looking like a fool.
The Capitol probably loved it.
The thought made his blood boil.
His grip tightened around the spear slung across his back as he followed the trail deeper into the forest. The towering trees reminded him too much of her district—her territory.
But that wouldn't save her.
Not this time.
A faint snap echoed through the woods…