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

by Rainbow Rowell

“Shep! You’re not going to hell anymore! And you don’t have to wear a jacket in the middle of June. Do you know how jealous I am?” Shepard smiles at Simon. Baz and I are looking at each other cryptically again. I think we’re agreeing not to let Simon change the subject like this . . . (We should really come up with some hand signals or something.) “Perhaps Snow is right . . .” Baz says carefully. I shake my head. Baz goes on. “If you really outwitted a demon, Bunce, that’s one for the history books.” The corner of his mouth quirks up. It’s very nearly fond. I roll my eyes. “It wasn’t that impressive.” “Balls to that,” Simon says. “They’re going to teach a class about you at Watford someday.” “To Penelope,” Shepard says gently, holding his teacup in the air. “My hero.” Simon raises his cup. “Mine, too!” “A very fierce magician,” Baz says, toasting. “I don’t mind saying.” My cheeks feel very warm. And my eyes are burning. This really isn’t the time for this. “It was no trouble. I didn’t even have to get out my gem.”