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"Lyanna." I looked away and glanced out of the window instead. He stared at me for the longest time. Finally, he turned stiffly and slowly wobbled out of my ward. His grip on the bracelet loosened, and it fell through his fingers to the ground. I suddenly remembered that line he'd thrown at me back at the restaurant. "You were just splashed with hot stew. It's not like you'd die from that." Yet, when I was close to death, he threw all his principles aside and climbed countless steps to reach the church and pray for me. Maybe that was his payback.

Now Claire was mute. Did she actually hate Antony? She didn't know. Did she hate the man, or did she simply not respect him? There was a difference between the two words, wasn't there? "Have you forgotten the saying, 'You don't love what you don't know'?" Antony's question disrupted Claire's thoughts. She looked at him with a furrowed brow. "Whatever you've heard about me, I don't know how much of it is true."

“Remember this, Natalie. Every time you defy me, someone else will pay the price.” I trembled, wiping my tears, and picked up the food with shaking hands. Each bite felt like I was swallowing glass, but I forced myself to eat, for Aurora, for my babies. As Memphis watched me with that infuriating grin, I made a silent vow. I’ll endure this. I’ll endure anything. But one day, you’ll pay for everything you’ve done. I swear it.

“I could burn this place to ash and salt the earth so nothing grows here again.” Lucien flinched visibly. “But I won’t.” Up went his head. In his gaze, a spark tiny, hungry for light. “I won’t,” I repeated, “because mercy without memory is meaningless. You will remember. Every day. Every hunt. Every breath in these walls. You will remember the girl you broke on these stones and the woman who chose not to break you in return.” A shadow moved beneath my feet as I entered the ring.

In the film The Prisoner of Azkaban, Dumbledore addresses the Hogwarts students in the great hall and says, "But you know, happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light." * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy

I had beaten the man close to death, then sat there covered in his blood waiting for the guards to take me away. The small slot in the cell door opened and a tray of garbage was pushed through. I walked over and took the tray and slipped a small piece of paper to the guard. “Deliver this for me and my man will give you the amount we discussed,” I said to the guard. He didn’t respond, but he took the paper and left. I looked at the disgusting food on the tray and my stomach turned. I had to keep my strength though, so I ate it. It was the vilest thing I had ever eaten. Once I was done I pushed the tray back through the hole in the door and laid back on the cot. Her face came back into my mind

Hope flickers nearby, a frail thing with moth-wing fingers, trembling each time the Hunger roars. The Child kneels before the Hunger, their hands outstretched. "What if I show you a story that never ends?" The Concept stills. "Impossible." "Watch." The Child presses their palms together. When they pull them apart, a memory glows between them—not mine, not theirs, but ours . The first time we trusted. The first time we chose each other over power. Over safety. Over revenge. The Hunger leans in. Sniffs. And hesitates .

I murmured, forcing myself to speak. His brow arched, and his voice came out low, and husky. “Why are you sorry?” I hesitated. “You didn’t say anything. So I thought maybe I said something wrong. You probably—” “Chloe.” My name stopped me cold. “Y-Yes?” His eyes locked on mine through the screen. His voice softened, yet darkened at the same time. “Have you ever seen a starving man?” I blinked. “What?” “A man who’s gone too long without food,” he said slowly. “Who’s had to sit at a table and watch others feast, while he goes hungry. Even when what he craves is right in front of him, and close enough to touch, he still can’t have it.”

Luciano’s cold, cutting words echoed in my mind, steadily dismantling any lingering doubts. “If you want to survive in this unforgiving place, you have to fight for yourself and reclaim what’s yours,” he had said, his voice low and threatening. That chilling statement resonated deeply within me, serving as an unexpected wellspring of strength and determination. Each word became a mantra, propelling me to embrace my own power and resilience in the face of adversity.

I swallowed hard and looked down at my blistered feet. This wasn't the first time I was referred to as ugly. “She's ugly and looks diseased, she's of no use here.” My heart was already doing a jig, if she decides to reject me now. I'd take the opportunity to run away, to a far away town where no one will ever find me. Her next words shattered my hopes of freedom. Like a stone thrown at a huge mirror. “It's a shame we can't return any of the tributes.” My hearts sunk into the depth of my stomach slowly.