"Wake up," I hear a voice say. I open my eyes slowly and try to make out the dark shape at my bedside. I snap my fingers twice, and lights come on, illuminating my cushy bedroom and Mace. I grunt in confusion and look at the clock near my bed. The curly glowing numbers show that it's eleven.
"District Twelve just got here. We're going to the Remake Center," she says.
"Now?" I ask.
"Yeah. We let you slept through breakfast. Figured we'd give the cooks a rest," she smirks and jerks her head at the remnants of the numerous dishes that I ordered throughout the past day. She looks me over, and I feel vulnerable, clad in only a pair of satin shorts in bed while she's towering over me fully dressed. We're friendly enough with each other, knowing that we're a team for the time being, but there's always been tension between us. One scrutinizing the other with critical looks, sly grins w