“Be careful,” she said. “You too,” he said with a soft smile. “I want you to have this.” Henri placed something cold in her palm. She opened her hand. It was his pocketknife. Her fingers brushed against the engraving of Henri’s brother’s initials. “To keep you safe while I’m gone.” “No.” Snow tried to hand it back to him. “I couldn’t. You’d have no weapon!” Henri shook his head. “I don’t need one. I know you’re coming, and you’ll look out for me.” He touched her hair and she felt her cheeks warm. “You’re kind and clever, Snow.
