“You win,” Adam said finally. He rubbed a hand through his uneven hair. He sounded tired. “Take me to get my stuff.” Gansey had been about to start the Camaro, but he took his hand away from the ignition. “I didn’t win anything. Do you think this is how I wanted it?” “Yes,” Adam replied. He didn’t look at him. “Yes, I do.” Hurt and anger warred furiously inside Gansey. “Don’t be shitty.” Adam picked and picked at the uneven end where the paper bracelet sealed. “I’m telling you that you can say ‘I told you
