Unbind (Alchemy #6)

by Elodie Hart

So when it’s near, I open myself to it like a sunflower to the sun, and I bask in it. In other words, it’s never a hardship to hang out at Alchemy, to soak up that wealth and entitlement and luxury. You’d think it would hurt, but it doesn’t. On the contrary, it’s wonderful. It’s the comfort of a log fire when you’re chilled to the literal bone. It’s sustenance when your soul is starved.