Carry On

Couldn’t you just drink some of a person’s blood, then walk away?”
“I can’t believe you’re asking me this, Snow. You, who can’t walk away from half a sandwich.”

I’ve got you now, I think. I’ve finally got you where I want you.

Snow stands again when I walk into our Greek classroom. I take my seat without looking his way. “Enough, Snow, I’m not the Queen.”

Baz grins, then leans over and kisses my neck. (I have a mole there; he treats it like a target

How did you bring my fall? I stopped the Humdrum myself.”

Baz looks back at his phone, bored. “Fell in love, didn’t you

Did I also bring my own fall?”

“No,” Baz says. “That was me. Obviously.”

And a boy in my arms, instead of a girl.

When you look at it that way, it wasn’t that much to give up—my magic. For Baz’s life. For mine

It’s not even a dragon tail—you gave yourself a cartoon devil’s tail.”

“I’m sure I could have it removed,” I say. “I could talk to Dr. Wellbelove.”

“Let’s not do anything hasty

I’ll always be less than you,” he whispers.

“I know; it’s a dream come true.”