73rd Annual Hunger Games- Chapter 11More Like This
I go into a daze, imagining different scenarios of how Kingsley could kill me right now. He's already asked me to be allies and I've already agreed but I can't help keeping my guard up. I must have been unaware where I was looking because Kingsley smirks and goes,
"Enjoying the view?"
I frown and sputter "No!" but I feel my face go warm anyways.
How conceited is this guy? He takes a step closer to me and lifts his hand. I flinch thinking he's going to hit me. All he does is lift my chin a little higher and examine my face.
"Nasty cut you've got here. What's it from?"
"A mountain lion."
He raises his eyes and whistles in surprise.
'Really? And you got away with just this?"
"Drove a knife into its head." I mumble.
Kingsley smiles in approval.
"Here, I've got something for that." He says, kneeling down and reaching into his backpack and pulling out a first aid kit. He cleans my cut with some antiseptic, which hurts more being applied than the actual cut. I don't understand why he's so gen