Chapter 67 The Heart He Carried

"Put Collins down."

Wesley smiled, "I would," he said, "if this were Collins."

The heart in his hand was still beating.

Once. Twice. Three times.

I stared at it, unable to blink, "That's impossible."

Wesley looked at the organ, then at me, "You've said that a lot tonight."

"Because dead people keep ...

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