“Gansey would like me to. He likes all of his things in one place.” His voice was a little bitter, and after a pause, he added, “I shouldn’t say things like that. He doesn’t mean it badly. And we’re — it’s just, this place is Gansey’s. Everything in it is Gansey’s. I need to be an equal, and I can’t be, living here.” “Where do you live?” Adam’s mouth was very set. “A place made for leaving.”
