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

by Rainbow Rowell

“I’m staying in Oxford tonight. Did you make it home in one piece?” I send the text, then immediately set the phone on my chest, rolling my eyes at myself. It buzzes, and I jump, knocking it to the floor. I pick it up. “3 pieces actually, do you know how to sew?” I smile. And roll my eyes at myself some more. It takes nothing to please me. “Did you deliver Jamie Salisbury safely home?” “yeah, you won’t believe what he told me—his sister dated the mage!” Aleister Crowley. The Mage? “The actual Mage?” I text. “THE MAGE,” Simon sends back. “No wonder she fled the country.” “no wonder her mum hates him!! lady ruth already called to thank us, for jamie and everything—she’s making us lunch tomorrow to celebrate, will you be back?” “Yes,” I send. He sends me back a thumbs-up. I stare at the screen for a second, not sure what to say next. Simon and I don’t have text conversations. Not usually. Not really. Simon starts typing—there’s a “. . .” on the screen—then stops. Then starts again. “you still angry with me?” he finally sends. I think about it for a second. “Yes.” “can it wait until you come back?” “What do you mean?” “be angry with me tomorrow, when you’re here, not now” “You want me to set it aside?” “y” I think again. “All right.” “are you angry?” “No,” I type. Honestly. It’s easy to set my anger aside; I don’t want to be angry with Simon. If anything, I want to apologize for being angry with him. Which isn’t fair. He’s the one who lied. He doesn’t reply right away. Then—“y...