Verity couldn't imagine being so rootless. Even though being a Price literally meant that people wanted to kill her for the crime of simply being born, she couldn't imagine not having that to anchor her to who she was and where she came from. Liam's life sounded desperately lonely.

She laced her hands through his. "You know, it's not too late for you to start making some of those ties on your own," she said. "You might not have inherited any, but that just means you have to do the hard work of making them yourself."

They wouldn't be the same. She knew that. But they'd be something, at least.