Shul A. T. M

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I don’t know if the pair of them’re talking. Or meeting. Agatha doesn’t even come to dinner anymore. I think she eats in her room. “Nope,” I say, walking past his bed. “Snow,” he says. “What.” “You should come to Hampshire.” I stop and look at him. “What? Why?” Baz clears his throat and folds his arms, lifting his chin to emphasize how much he looks down on me. “Because you’ve sworn to help me find my mother’s killer.” “I am helping you.” “Well, you’ll be more help to me there than you are here. The library at home is far too big for me to cover myself. And I have a car there—we could actually ...more
Carry On: The Rise and Fall of Simon Snow
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