CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR.
KYLE'S POV.
“Kyle, wake up. You need to eat something,” Katniss’s voice nudges me out of a restless sleep.
I sit up slowly, muscles aching from another night on the cold basement floor. She stands over me, holding a stale piece of bread, a bowl of tomato soup, and a bottle of water. I give her a faint smile and sign a quick thank you.
“You’re welcome,” she replies softly, setting the food in front of me. She settles beside me in silence as I start to eat.
Every bite tastes like guilt.
I wonder if Olivia’s eaten anything today. Or if she’s still alive. I hope she is. I hope she’s not starving like I was last week when the food ran out and Katniss didn’t come over due to pack duties.
It's been nearly two months since I've been in hiding. Nearly two months since th
