More of that crazy slang. God help her, she had actually missed him and that weird way he talked, halfway between a boast and his own mad talk. She had to decipher it and yet it was kind of OK, because he was worth it.

"You know where." It was simple, quiet, even said with a bit of flirt in the language to hide how serious she was when she said it. Pretending she was obeying the Capitol was impossible now: they were making themselves the demon in the closet but operating out in the open, coming down on them over and over. Now she was just sick of things being calm and unsettling. She wanted Eva's infamous night again.