I prop the board up in the library, and I’m making columns—Everything we know and Everything we still don’t—when Snow walks into the room. I ignore him. “It’s not that I think you’ll betray us,” he says. I make a noise that I’m afraid sounds a lot like “harrumph.” Simon hassles his curls with one hand. “It’s just . . . Well, it’s still weird between us, isn’t it?” I continue ignoring him. “I mean . . . you haven’t said . . . that things are different now for you. I’ve said that I’m not going to kill you.”
