“Katherine,” Thelma began. The old woman hobbled around the kitchen as she thought aloud. “You are the best kind of human there is—” Cress sighed loudly. “—You’re kind and caring. You’re always helping those weaker than you, even when it doesn’t make a lick of sense.” Cress stopped writing. Thelma continued to speak, but his fingers lifted to trace over a warm spot in his chest. It had been many faeborn years since he felt a spot of warmth. “You were never the same after the accident,” Thelma went on. “That day was terrible for all of us, but it was the worst for you. Something like that would
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