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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
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  96. AGATHA
  97. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  98. Also by Rainbow Rowell
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He drops his hand. “All I really know is that nothing I’ve experienced so far compares to you. Maybe that makes me gay.” He swallows. “Or maybe that just makes me yours.”

We’re standing a foot away from each other. I’m covered in blood, and I’m holding two medium-sized dead rats and a very sharp knife. “I want to kiss you,” I say.

“I always want to kiss you, Baz.” He steps closer. “I always have.”

“Don’t.”

“I don’t care if I get the plague. You can Turn me into a vampire to cure me.”

“Don’t test me, Snow.”

He takes another step towards me. I take a step back.

“I’m going to finish these rats,” I say. “And then we’re going back to the flat, and I’m going to brush my teeth.”

Simon looks down at the rats, then back at my mouth. “Can I watch you finish ’em?”

I close my eyes. “Fine.”

“Ha! I knew you’d say yes in the end.”

As if I could ever deny him.

20

SIMON

I can’t believe I’m sitting in Baz’s bed.

I can’t believe he let me hunt with him.

I can’t believe I’m still here.

I’ve said at least a dozen things in the last ten hours that I thought would kill me—that I would have rather died than try to put into words. Yet here I am. And there he is. Well, he’s in the shower again. But he’s coming out. He gave me clean clothes to sleep in. He told me to make myself another sandwich.

I found Bourbon biscuits in the kitchen. I’m dipping them directly into a bottle of milk.

“My aunt really is going to kill you now,” Baz says.

I look up. He’s standing in the bathroom door, wearing cotton pyjama bottoms and a fresh T-shirt. His hair is wet, he must have washed it again. I’d never seen him as bloody as he was tonight; his gloves were still sticky, even after he cast a cleaning spell on them. He said he isn’t going to take me hunting anymore, but I know he was just saying it. I want to go with him every night. Maybe I like hunting. I’ve always wanted my own longbow. “Should I not be eating these biscuits?” I ask. There are two in my mouth.

“Too late now. I’ll buy more tomorrow.” He arches an eyebrow at me. “Do you want my help with the shirt?” Baz gave me a clean T-shirt, but I left it on the dresser.

“If it’s all the same to you”—I shrug one shoulder and twitch my wing—“it’s easier to sleep without one.”

Baz nods and licks his bottom lip. “Yeah, it’s … all the same to me.”