Katniss raised her brow at Finnick, “Secrets? And what secrets would anyone tell you?” She asked him quietly, so the others wouldn’t hear. She laughed inside her head. What would he kill her with, his trident? And she could kill him just as quick with her bow and arrow if he even tried. Maybe this was a clue, she thought. For the arena. She thought about it for a minute, it could be, be whatever it was, she planned on keeping a good eye on him, where ever she went.
The Peacekeeper spoke and she looked over at him. She hated Peacekeepers, well, the ones that weren’t in her District. She was lucky the ones in District 12 weren’t strict. She watched as the District 1 tributes boarded onto the elevator and the doors closed, bringing them to their rooms.
It was easier to play with her mind than she thought. It was like she had all her ears to listen to everything that he would say and try to use that against him if she had too. But could he blame her? Probably not since he would do exactly the same. “Secrets that you wouldn’t like to know.” Finnick told her honestly as he tilted his head slightly to the side to make sure that anyone would listen to what he was saying. Not that the group was actually listening anyway. Haymitch was involved in some deep conversation with Seeder and Chaff. Johanna was still busy trying to take off the leaves from her hair and the branches from her ugly outfit. And Peeta; well he was distracted with his own world. It wasn’t like any of them was playing attention to what he was talking with Katniss. But wasn’t that the reason why that was dangerous? No one was listen, but Katniss was. She was probably the one he should be scared of. A small smirk crossed his lips when he realized that he wasn’t scared. He was more than comfortable; almost hopeful.