Carry On

Couldn’t you just drink some of a person’s blood, then walk away?”
“I can’t believe you’re asking me this, Snow. You, who can’t walk away from half a sandwich.”

falls asleep in the middle of telling me about a song she’s heard, a song she thinks will be a spell someday, though I can’t think of any use for “Call me maybe.”

I’d trade my pixie for your vampire any day of the week. There’s no anathema to keep someone from being lethally irritating.”

Let hardship sharpen your blade, Simon.”

I’ve got you now, I think. I’ve finally got you where I want you.

Snow stands again when I walk into our Greek classroom. I take my seat without looking his way. “Enough, Snow, I’m not the Queen.”

Baz grins, then leans over and kisses my neck. (I have a mole there; he treats it like a target

How did you bring my fall? I stopped the Humdrum myself.”

Baz looks back at his phone, bored. “Fell in love, didn’t you

Did I also bring my own fall?”

“No,” Baz says. “That was me. Obviously.”

And a boy in my arms, instead of a girl.