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You can walk to school by yourself, her mother had said, but only if Simon goes with you. He thought of her hand in his when they crossed the street, and his own sense of awesome task that he had undertaken: the responsibility for her safety.
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Camille leaned forward. When she did, the neckline of her black silk blouse gaped open. If Simon had still been human, he would have blushed.
“Will you let me see it?”
Simon could actually feel his eyes pop out. “See what?”
She smiled. “The Mark, silly boy. The Mark of the Wanderer.”
– City of Fallen Angels
