All Simon Snow characters belong to the author Rainbow Rowell. I do not own any of these characters, I'm just borrowing them.



"If you think I'm spending the night in The Wavering Wood—with you, of all people—you are terribly mistaken," I said, still following Baz past the Football Pitch. We were almost to the Wavering Wood now.

"Well, you're welcome to sleep with the Merwolves, if that would make you feel better."

I don't know what it is, but something must have happened with Baz and the Merwolves, because he hates them. With a passion.

"There has to be some kind of spell," I said.

"Not unless you want them to take your wand before school has even started," Baz said.

"I don't think The Mage would take my wand if he knew I was trapped out here with a vampire," I pointed out.

Baz stopped walking abruptly. "What are you talking about, Snow? There are no vampires in The Wavering Wood, if that's what you're afraid of."

"Not in there," I sighed. "I'm talking about you."

Baz just turned back around and lit a fire in his palm before entering the woods. I assumed he was trying to prove that he wasn't a vampire, just by lighting a fire. Either way, I knew he was. It was kind of difficult to keep something like that from your roommate.


He knew.

I mean, I had a feeling he did. After our fifth year. I had a hard time sneaking away that year, and it was one of the worst. Snow wouldn't stop following me around, but I had to drink.

I was surprised he hadn't taken this to The Mage yet, the way he did with everything else that was a potential threat to him. I'm sure he'd have a field day if I got my teeth pulled and my wand snapped. He'd have a whole room to himself and he would cross me off of the list of things to "take care of" or whatever.


Baz was quiet as we entered The Wavering Wood, and I would say that was uncharacteristic, but that wasn't necessarily true. He was always suspicious and quiet, which always made me think he was plotting something—and most of the time he actually was.

"Snow?" he said quietly. We were a good ten feet into the woods now and the fire hovering above his palm did little to light the space around us.

"Yeah?" I whispered back. There was something about the dark and quiet around us, that made me think we should be whispering. Apparently Baz thought so, too.

He opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it and closed it again. "Never mind. Start gathering branches, I'm going to start a fire."

"I don't think starting a fire in the woods, is necessarily the best idea," I admitted as we reached a small clearing in the woods.

"I'm not going to start the forest on fire, Snow. Calm down." Baz sighed.

I went and gathered an armful of fallen branches, taking them to the clearing where Baz sat, waiting for me. I dropped them at his feet, then went off to find more, staying close to the cracking sounds of Baz snapping branches and starting a fire.

The autumn leaves crunched under my feet as I gathered another armful of branches.

Baz and I didn't talk much, we just sat and watched the fire, leaning against tree trunks. Eventually I heard Baz sigh and I looked up at him—his face flickered from the light of the fire, shadowing his eyes. But I wasn't afraid of him. I was never really afraid of him.

I was afraid for him.