“You keep talking about magic,” I say. “I’m talking about us.” “It’s all the same thing!” “I don’t care about magic!” I do care, I care passionately. But I’d give my magic to the Humdrum to fix this. “That’s a lie,” Simon says. I pull my wand out of my sleeve and hold both ends. “I’ll break it, Snow. I don’t care. I don’t need it. Not like I—” “You’re not breaking your wand.” He tries to yank the thing out of my hands, but he ends up pulling me closer. My face hangs over his. I’ve been yelling. I’ve been angry. But now I’m just . . . “Please,” I say, so quietly. “Please, Simon. Don’t do this.”
