I think I‟m finished when Cinna pulls the gold mockingjay pin from his pocket. I had completely forgotten about it. It‟s your district token, right?” I nod and he fastens it on my shirt. “And remember this. I‟m not allowed to bet, but if I could, my money would be on you.” “Truly?” I whisper. “Truly,” says Cinna. He leans down and kisses me on the forehead. Good luck, girl on fire.