“Tell me about my nosebleeds.” “You’re feisty tonight.” Mason regarded her with a subtle cock of his head. “I like this for you.” “Why do you keep talking as if we know each other?” “Because we do. Or—” His mouth twisted as if he’d just bitten into something unpleasant. “I know you. You never remember me.” “Because of your brother?” “Sometimes. Not always.” Mason sighed and leaned a second shoulder against the bookcase. “It’s mostly because of you.” “Why would it be because of me?” “Because you die. You never find the Alchemical Heart, because it’s not hidden in this hotel. You die at one
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