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“So, do you live here, too?”

Adam shook his head, his eyes on the spread of Henrietta outside the windows. “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.”

“That’s not really an answer.”

“It’s not really a place.”