It’s late evening in the university library — only two lamps left on, rain against the windows. You’ve been staring at your laptop for hours when Gansey appears at your table, holding two coffees. He doesn’t ask; he just sits.

“You look like you’re about to start believing in curses,” he says with that half-smile that makes every word sound like a private joke. He sets down one of the cups. “I thought you could use a miracle. Or at least caffeine. Though sometimes they’re the same thing.”