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Hope’s POV

I stare at him, I stare at Blake but for some reason, I feel as if I am staring at a stranger.

Gone is the warmth in his steel grey eyes and in its place is something foreign and cold. It is as if some alien has taken over Blake’s body.

“Blake?” I find myself whispering his name, hesitantly stepping towards him but one word from him and I freeze in my spot.

“Stop,” he says. Behind him, lightning flashes across the sky and a low rumble fills the air. The rain starts to fall again.

I blink, confused. “Who is this?” I ask. “There are dead bodies in the cave, Larry says she killed them.” I point to the woman.

She is hooded with a cloak and all I can see is her thick red lips. I frown. Who the hell has time to put on lipstick in the games? Did she have them tattoed on or something?

Or is it blood? A nagging thought forms in the back of my head. I shrug it off.

The woman smiles and pulls Blake closer towards her, her breasts practically touching his arm through that skin-tight bo