"You'll come with me, right?" I asked softly, eying the poke root dangling between my fingers. "If you're not the Legacy, we can go back to where you grew up and find your family."
"On one condition," he said, his gaze searching the sky outside the window. "We find a house kind of like my old one eventually, with fireplaces in every room so you can wander around naked at all times. Otherwise, no deal."
I pushed out a weird laugh that sounded like a cross between a gasp and a sob. "And a room for your woodworking." I lifted a finger at him. "No poppies."
He nodded. "Or dogs. Or diamonds."
"And a basement filled with wine with the little green man on the label because...wine." I shook my head, then shook it harder and buried my face in my hands. What hellish kind of masochists were we?
