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“blue couldn’t stop staring at his mussed hair, the suggestion of staring eyes, the raven on his sweater. his shoulders were soaked, she saw, and the rest of his clothing rain spattered, from a storm that hadn’t happen yet. this close, she could smell something minty that she wasn’t sure was unique to him or unique to spirits.

he was so real. when it finally happened, when she finally saw him, it didn’t feel like magic at all. it felt like looking into the grave and seeing it look back at her.

“is that all?” she whispered.

gansey closed his eyes.

“you spend all this time watching our backs,” neil said. “who’s watching yours? don’t say you are, because you and i both know you take shit care of yourself.”

“you have a hearing problem,” andrew deduced. “too many balls to the helmet, perhaps. can you read lips?” andrew pinted at his mouth as he spoke. “the next time someone comes for you, stand down and let me deal with it. do you understand?”

“if it means losing you, then no,” neil said.

“i hate you,” andrew said casually. he took a last long drag from his cigarette and flicked it off the roof. “you were supposed to be a side effect of the drugs.”

“i’m not a hallucination,” neil said, nonplussed.

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