Noah's tone got Gansey's attention. It made him smile. While Noah wasn't commanding, Gansey was inclined to listen. Their cycles depended on each other, and even if they hadn't, Noah was one of his. Noah wanted his attention and he had it.

There was a time when Gansey would want something and nothing would stop him from getting it. Glendower may have been the first. He'd wanted Noah to have life and he'd been sure he was going to get it. Now he was standing in front of Noah with the knowledge that the one thing he'd wanted more than anything had never, could never have been his and that he never could have changed Noah's fate. There was no credit card number to fix that. There was a magical city, though, and a rejuvenated spirit having animated conversation.

"What is it?" Gansey's stomach did a flip. He tried to smooth his brows to a cool neutral expression, but he wasn't too successful. Noah knew too much to be dazzled by thin disguises.