@treelish
More drinks. Ama could get more drinks. More drinks meant that she could go into the tunnels. They’d been laughing all day, the men in the viewing room. Amaranthe hadn’t had time to breathe let alone process the reapings that had happened hours earlier. The tributes should be getting to the Tower soon. Honey should be getting to the Tower soon. And Lavender. Her friends, doomed to die. Everywhere she looked these days, another friend was dead. Every time, she thought she’d gotten used to it. Every time, she was wrong.
And then she walked into a ghost and the floor went out from under her and she just barely managed to keep from dropping the champagne glasses.
Addy?














