“Hearts only bruise,” the vampire murmured. “They never break.” Gabriel nodded. “So Astrid would often tell me.” “A pretty sentiment.” “A fucking lie.” “Where did the three of you go?” Gabriel’s eyes were fixed on the goblet in his hand. The reflections of the lantern’s flame playing like fireflies on the blood-dark drop in the bottom. Thumb tracing the arc of the teardrop scars down his cheek, he looked to that pale moth still beating its wings in vain upon the lantern’s chimney, heedless and hopeless. “De León?” “Your voice will never feel so tiny as when you’re screaming at God,” he
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