“Take your filthy paws off my son, you whore, and get out of my house-now!" She hisses through gritted teeth.”

“That's it. Fate is a fickle whore. We're not going. Take your clothes off and get back in my bed.”

“What do you think?" I whisper to Peeta. "About the fire?" "I'll rip off your cape if you'll rip off mine," he says through gritted teeth.”

“She might as well get to know the real you." Michael shrugged."I don't appreciate what that implies," Kaleb said through gritted teeth.”

“You can help each other, Max, said the unwelcome voice. You're perfect complements to each other. "Shut up!" I hissed under my breath, and Dylan looked startled."I didn't say anything."Gritting my teeth, I nodded. "No, I know. It's just-" I decided to take a risk and stare him down. "I hear voices, okay? If you're gonna be here, get used to it. Or else keep your distance.”

“I changed my mind. Get out of my house now. I'll set your things on fire and mail you the ashes.”