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Seven years. The police had been right. They were talking with a boy who had been dead for seven years.
“The same year Gansey was stung by hornets,” Adam said softly. Then he said, “‘You will live because of Glendower. Someone else on the ley line is dying when they should not, and so you will live when you should not.’”
“Coincidence,” Ronan said, because it wasn’t.

[Gansey] touched one of his ears; he could feel ghosts of those hornets crawling over it. “When we find Glendower, I’m asking him to fix you. As the favor.”
He didn’t like saying it out loud; not because he didn’t mean it, but because they weren’t clear on how the favor worked, or if it worked at all, and he didn’t like to make false promises.
“I know. It’s … it’s nice of you.”
“But … ?”
“Don’t be afraid,” Noah said unexpectedly. Reaching out, he pulled Gansey’s hand away from his ear. Gansey hadn’t even realized that he was still touching it softly. Leaning forward, Noah blew his cool, corpse breath over Gansey’s ear. “Nothing there. You’re just tired.”