Grace I picked up my sweater from the floor and crawled back into bed. Shoving my pillow aside I balled up the sweater to use instead.I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles cold rain earthy perfume coarse bristles on my face.It was almost like he was there.

My chest ached my body speaking a language my head didnt quite understand.I waited.But Grace the only person in the world I wanted to know me just ran a wanting finger over the cover of one of the new hardcovers and walked out of the store without ever realising I was there right within reach.

When she opened her eyes she was both in her body and watching it nowhere near the cavity of the tree. The Blue that was before her stood inches from a boy in an Aglionby sweater. There was a slight stoop to his posture and his shoulders were spattered darkly with rain. It was his fingers that Blue felt on her face. He touched her cheek with the backs of his fingers. Tears coursed down the other Blues face. Though some strange magic Blue could feel them on her face as well. She could feel too sick rising misery shed felt in the churchyard the grief that felt bigger than her. The other Blues tears seemed endless. One drop slid after another each following an identical path down her cheeks.The boy in the Aglionby sweater leaned his forehead against Blues. She felt the pressure of his skin against hers and suddenly she could smell mint. Itll be okay. Gansey told the other Blue. She could tell that he was afraid. Itll be okay.Impossibly Blue realized that this other Blue was crying because she loved Gansey. And that the reason Gansey touched her like that his fingers so careful with her was because he knew that her kiss could kill him. She could feel how badly the other Blue wanted to kiss him even as she dreaded it. Though she couldnt understand why her real present day memories in the tree cavity were clouded with other false memories of their lips nearly touching a life this other Blue had already lived.Okay Im ready- Ganseys voice caught just a little. Blue kiss me.

Voicemail 1 Hi Isabel Culpeper. I am lying in my bed looking at the ceiling. I am mostly naked. I am thinking of your mother. Call me.Voicemail 2 The first minute and thirty seconds of Ive Gotta Get a Message to You by the Bee Gees. Voicemail 3 Im bored. I need to be entertained. Sam is moping. I may kill him with his own guitar. It would give me something to do and also make him say something. Two birds with one stone I find all these old expressions unnecessarily violent. Like ring around the rosy. Thats about the plague did you know Of course you did. The plague is like your older cousin. Hey does Sam talk to you He says jack shit to me. God Im bored. Call me.Voicemail 4 Hotel California by the Eagles in its entirety with every instance of the word California replaced with Minnesota. Voicemail 5 Hi this is Cole St. Clair. Want to know two true things One youre never picking up this phone. Two Im never going to stop leaving long messages. Its like therapy. Gotta talk to someone. Hey you know what I figured out today Victors dead. I figured it out yesterday too. Every day I figure it out again. I dont know what Im doing here. I feel like theres no one I can Voicemail 6 So yeah Im sorry. That last message went a little pear-shaped. You like that expression Sam said it the other day. Hey try this theory on for size I think hes a dead British housewife reincarnated into a Beatles body. You know I used to know this band that put on fake British accents for their shows. Boy did they suck aside from being assholes. I cant remember their name now. Im either getting senile or Ive done enough to my brain that stuffs falling out. Not so fair of me to make this one-sided is it Im always talking about myself in these things. So how are you Isabel Rosemary Culpeper Smile lately Hot Toddies. That was the name of the band. The Hot Toddies.Voicemail 20 I wish youd answer.

Many many readers have written asking me wistfully about the nature of Sam and Graces relationship and I can assure you that sort is absolutely real. Mutual respectful enduring love is completely attainable as long as you swear you wont settle for less.

Right now its hard to imagine that it is raining anywhere in the world.

And then I opened my eyes and it was just Grace and me - nothing anywhere but Grace and me - she pressing her lips together as though she were keeping my kiss inside her and me holding this moment that was as fragile as a bird in my hands.

I wish you could be kissed Jane he said. Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this. He flailed an arm toward the stars.

If I were a tree I would have no reason to love a human.

Sam came around the side of the car and stopped dead when he saw me. Oh my God what is THAT I used my thumb and middle finger to flick the multicolored pom-pom on top of my head. In my language we call it a HAT. It keeps my ears warm. Oh my God Sam said again and closed the distance between us. He cupped my face in his hands and studied me. Its horribly cute. He kissed me looked at the hat and then he kissed me again. I vowed never to lose the pom-pom hat.