Jason glanced up to where Daniel Drake was perched. Jason got a sickly feeling in his stomach, when Drake's eyes glared into his own blue ones. Jason just wanted this over, and the fact that Drake was just letting the tributes wait, was torture.

He finally pulled away from Drake's gaze, and turned back to Celeste. "When does this start?" He asked impatiently. He just wanted to get back to his sister. When she was born, he had made a promise to himself, that he would keep her safe from their parents. To him, this was breaking this promise. He couldn't bear to think what would happen to her if he died in the Games.