Catching Fire: (Hunger Games Book 2)

Peeta agrees to do it but then disappears to his room for a long time. A whistling, the sound of an impact, the intake of breath from a crowd. “Come on,” Peeta says, his face suddenly hard. The morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls. He will not go forward without her. “All right,” she says finally. “It's better than hunting them down in the jungle, anyway.