Baz POV
I don't think Snow was able to hear me, and even if he could, he would probably blame it
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n the exhaustion. I never call him Simon.
It's morning. I need to hunt, so I quickly dress and start to head toward the door, but stop
midway. Don't do it. No, Don't. I do anyway. I turn and look at Snow. He sleeps with his mouth
hanging open slightly. I walk over and squat down, my face a few inches from his. I could kiss
him. Or kill him. Or turn him. I could lean in, press my lips against his, and he would wake up and push me off. I could just pull out my wand and make him disappear into the nothingness. I could grab hold of his head and bite his neck. I could kiss him, then turn him, then kill him. Or
maybe turn him, then kiss him, then kill. No, I shake my head. I want to kiss Snow. Not vampire
Snow, real Snow. Simon Snow. My Simon Snow. I would kiss him, then turn him, then kill him. I sigh. Why am I even thinking about this? If I did any of those things he would wake up and something would go down. I stand up and walk back to the door, leaving the room without a noise, or trail that I left.
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