The auction left my heart racing. Watching Finnick fight for the amulet, the way he always came to my rescue, made something in me ache and warm at the same time. Sitting there, surrounded by the crowd, he looked calm, controlled, yet every inch of him radiated strength and authority. I felt safe with him. Finally, someone was there to protect me—not just with words, but with action.
He might look cold, always keeping that icy mask, but I knew him. Beneath it all, he loved fiercely and without hesitation. Even now, as he laughed softly with a group of foreigners, his gaze found me. A wink. My cheeks burned, and I raised my glass toward him, smiling shyly.
But my attention split when a commotion erupted in the corner. Fabian and Ashley were at it again.
