Suddenly I am furious, that with my life on the line, they don't even have the decency to pay attention to me. That I'm being upstaged by a dead pig. My heart starts to pound, I can feel my face burning. Without thinking, I pull an arrow from my quiver and send it straight at the Gamemakers' table.
am that with my life on the they even the to pay to being upstaged by a dead heart starts to can feel my face an my quiver and send it at the
