you slammed the expensive car door shut behind you. swallowing thickly. already, your body felt dirty. you were in the capitol prostitution, like many other victors. snow's familiar words of 'murdering your family if you didn't' replaying in your mind. you bit the inside at your cheek in anger.

in your own thoughts, you walked up the pretty stairs before turning your gaze up at the house. the sudden familiarity made your heart tumble into your stomach. your eyes widened because.. wasn't this your co-mentor Cato's house? the feeling of sudden betrayal filling your body.

the movement of the door made you step back, eyes wide and confused. Cato stood there, his eyes unreadable while he raised a brow at you, before motioning for you to come inside. you did, surprising yourself, and he shut the door behind you.

"i didn't think it was true." cato murmured, leaning against the door while his brows knitted with some kind of gentle pity. "why didn't you tell me? finnick told me he saw you, did he make you?" he asked, a soft tilt of his head.

"and i've booked you out for tonight, i've got a movie ready - and blankets." he added. his tone soothing.