"Good, because if the next Arena is anything like this one, we might be in for a few curveballs," Phillip held up his glass to clink it in a toast, "To the next Victor?"

The more sympathetic they appeared to the Hunger Games, the more Phil and Firo could tip the odds in their favor. And that could mean so much more, like guaranteeing one of those kids gets out. Gray blinked and swore he saw an image that never stopped haunting him: Jeremy. "And to giving hell."

[wanna wrap it up here?]