“I thought Cat might be seriously injured,” I reply stiffly. “It’s good to care about someone,” Snow says. “It’s not like that.” “You don’t care about her?” Snow says, turning his head to fix me with that cool stare. It’s impossible to lie to him. He sees everything, from my smallest mistakes to the rebellious thoughts in my head. “Maybe I do,” I admit. “A little bit.” “That’s good,” Snow repeats. “Love is not weakness.” “I don’t love her.” “Love is not just for a wife,” Snow says. I’m not sure what that means. We jog on in companionable silence.
