Any Way the Wind Blows (Simon Snow, #3)

by Rainbow Rowell

Penelope twists around to shout at him. “Oh my words, Shepard, I’m not letting you anywhere near that man!” “I’m just saying, your mom spelled me unconscious five minutes after she met me . . . I wouldn’t mind a shield.” Baz stops pacing in front of me. He looks agitated. “Simon . . . love, I’m sorry. I know this is serious. But I have to catch Philippa before she leaves. I just . . .” He shakes his head half a dozen times and hitches the bag higher on his shoulder. “You’re right.” I stand up. “I’ll get a coat.” “No—you don’t have to come. Especially not now.” “Baz, I’m coming. This doesn’t really change anything, even if I am immune to magic or whatever. When was the last time you guys cast a spell on me that wasn’t just to hide my wings?” “We’re coming, too,” Penelope says. “I’m not letting you fall on your sword for this, Baz.” Baz looks frustrated. He’s licking his bottom lip. “Neither of you are treating this situation with the gravity it deserves.” He glares at us. “I’ve done something really bad, and you’re just shrugging it off!” “We’re not shrugging it off,” I say. “We’re coming with you.” Penelope looks unimpressed. “Do you want us to say that you’re bad? Fine, you’re very bad.” “That’s not—” She rolls her eyes. “You did something unconscionable because an adult you trusted said it would matter. Join the fucking club, Basilton.” “You’re not in this club, Bunce.” “No, but Simon is, and I was right there cheering him on, casting every spell I could to help.” Baz ho...