Holland was a bit tipsy, pleasantly so. The relief that this wasnât her own Victorâs Ball made the evening much more enjoyable, but it was growing late, and the people who remained were getting rowdy, drunk now and howling about their favorite moments from the Games of the past decade. Holland wasnât interested in sticking around to hear what these Capitolites thought of life-or-death moments, so she took Carolâs hand, pulling him out of the mansion, through big double doors and a cobblestone driveway, into the city and down the street towards the Tower.
Her hand was still in Carolâs â or his was still in hers â she wasnât sure, except that the touch felt good, and she realized that in the time since her victory she really had been a bit touch-starved, hadnât she? People didnât seem to want to get too close. âItâs so strange,â she said as the Tower loomed closer, just a few blocks away but lighting up the entire night sky with its glow. âWhen you win people are fascinated by you and scared of you at once. Are you fascinated by me, or scared of me?â
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