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“I just wish he were here to see this with us, just here with us one more time.”

She felt the rough silk of his black hair as he bent to kiss her fingers lightly—a courtly gesture from a bygone age. “He is with us, Tessa. He can see us. I believe it. I feel it, the way I used to know sometimes if he was sad or angry or lonely or happy.

She touched the pearl bracelet at her wrist, and then his face, with light, adoring fingers. “And what is he now?” she whispered. “Happy or wistful or sad or lonely? Do not tell me he is lonely. For you must know. You always knew.”

He is happy, Tessa. It gives him joy to see us together, as it always gave me joy to see the two of you.”

  • Sophie: WILLIAM!
  • Tessa: Who’s that?
  • Will: She doesn’t like me!
  • Jessamine: WILLIAM!!
  • Tessa: Who’s that?!
  • Will: She doesn’t like me either!
  • Gabriel: WILLIAM!!!
  • Tessa: WHO’S THAT?
  • Will: LET’S JUST ASSUME FOR THE MOMENT THAT EVERYONE IN HERE DOESN’T LIKE ME!
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and then mama will kiss papa good night, and they will go to their rooms, and they will sleep all night long. there will be no calls from the Clave that drive them out in the middle of the night to fight demons in the dark. there will be no one tracking blood into the house. no one will lose an arm or an eye to a werewolf, or have to choke down holy water because a vampire attacked them.

  • Tessa: Man, I just realized something. I had a terrible childhood.
  • Jessamine: Um, yeah, I know.
  • Tessa: What do you mean, “You know”?!
  • Jessamine: Look at you, look at how you stand. People who had good childhoods don’t stand like that.