Prologue
"You will die in five years, eleven months, fourteen days, nine hours, forty-eight minutes, and twenty-six seconds."
"Thanks," I say idly. How long until Red wakes me up? "I really needed to know that."
It's like he doesn't hear me. "You will die in five years, eleven months, fourteen days, nine hours, forty-eight minutes, and twenty-one seconds." But his eyes glitter even as I slip from the haze of sleep, and I know he can hear me. He's heard everything I have said to him each night for the past thirty years, and I've said a lot. But all he's ever said to me is when I will die, and I can never dream of anything else.
Unsurprisingly, I am a raging insomniac.
Sharp nails pinch me awake, but I don't open my eyes. I don't want to look at Red just yet. "Wake up, Gray," she says, pinching me again. "There's a man at the gates. Says he wants to talk to you."
I look at her then, and in my head, a voice whispers, "Twelve years, two months, and fifty-three seconds."
"Good morning," I say, and R
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