Chapter 17: Snow Sends for Peeta

The summons arrived at six in the morning, when the broadcast center was running skeleton staff and the Games footage was cycling through overnight highlight reels. A handler Peeta didn't recognize appeared at his door — not Cressida, who had managed him for three years and knew not to knock before seven, but a younger woman in a pale uniform with the look of someone recently assigned to something she had not been told the full extent of.

She handed him a card. Cream stock. The presidential seal embossed at the top.

He read it once and set it on the table and went to put on the suit that made him look like he wasn't afraid.