Carry On: The Rise and Fall of Simon Snow

by Rainbow Rowell

I don’t know where we stand this morning. I mean, I promised to help him find out what happened to his mum. Are we supposed to start that right now? Or is it the sort of promise that’s going to come back to haunt me years from now, just when I’ve forgotten about it? And, no matter what, we’re still enemies, right? He still wants to kill me? He probably won’t try to kill me until I’ve helped him with his mum—I guess that’s a comforting thought. Baz gives the knot in his tie one last tug, then turns to me, putting on his jacket. “You’re not getting off.” I sit up. “What?” “You’re not going to pretend that last night was a dream or that you didn’t mean what you said. You’re helping me avenge my mother’s death.” “Nobody said anything about avenging.” I throw back my blankets and stand up, shaking my hair out with both hands. (It gets matted when I sleep.) “I said that I’d help you figure out who murdered her.” “That’s helping me, Snow. Because as soon as I know, I’m killing them.” “Well, I’m not helping with that part.”