i mean , it was n't like he called me a blood whore or anything . i stood in the doorway , my eyes adjusting to what they were seeing . my nerves were on high alert , and i shivered . his father looked at the clock on the mantel . it was really their only hope to stop the men , and he had left it behind . and yet he hated feeling so ... out of control when there was something he wanted to control . `` you 're in charge of the games ? '' 