Carry On: The Rise and Fall of Simon Snow

by Rainbow Rowell

“You don’t have to be such a prat,” I say. “We’re on the same side here.” “For the moment,” Baz says. “You’ll help me find out who killed my mother, I’ll kill whoever it is, and then you’ll make sure I get thrown in a tower for it. You’ve already won—as soon as you tell the Mage I’m a vampire, he’ll pull out my fangs and snap my wand. I’ll end up in Covent Garden, licking Nicodemus’s heels. And that’s if I’m lucky.” Does Baz really think I’d do that? Now? “Those vampires were in awe of you,” I say. “They wanted to put a crown on your head.” “Are you suggesting I cross over?” “No. I’m just saying, you were amazing today.” “You’re not listening to me at all, are you?” “I am,” I say. “But you’re wrong. Nothing’s going back to normal after this. How could it?” “Because we’re friends now?” “Because we’re more than that.” Baz picks up a poker and jabs at the fire. “One kiss, and you think the world is upside down.” “Two kisses,” I say. And I take him by the back of his neck.