The gold gleam there seemed to flash at my question, and he studied the tears that pooled in my eyes. “No,” he said. “Vessels do not have hearts, Witchling. You’d do well to remember that in the coming years.” “Then I feel sorry for you,” I said, and the words had no malice. They weren’t intended to hurt, only to offer sympathy. “That you’ll never know that feeling.” “Even though it leads to this?” he asked, turning to glance at Ash for a moment. “Even though it weakens you?” “Yes,” I said, nodding in confirmation. His eyes flashed at my answer, studying the path of a tear on my cheek. “I
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