““Neeve,” Blue said. “Neeve, he’s — dying.” Neeve had come to stand just behind her. She replied, “Not yet.” Gansey was nearly gone now, fading into the church, or the church fading into him. Blue’s voice was breathier than she would have liked. “Why — why can I see him?” Neeve glanced over her shoulder, either because there were more spirits coming or because there weren’t — Blue couldn’t tell. By the time she looked back, Gansey had vanished entirely. Already Blue felt warmth returning to her skin, but something behind her lungs felt icy. A dangerous, sucking sadness seemed to be opening up inside her: grief or regret. “There are only two reasons a non-seer would see a spirit on St. Mark’s Eve, Blue. Either you’re his true love,” Neeve said, “or you killed him.””
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