“Why didn’t you ask?” “Wh-what?” I stammered. His voice was calm. Collected. The silver in his eyes began to melt away, the hazel taking its place. “Haven’t you been granted your every request? If you wanted to explore Ashmore, why didn’t you ask?” I stared at him, jaw slack and mind whirling. “Did you ever stop to think that maybe the door to your cage has always been unlocked, Sparrow? And all you had to do was push it open?” Was that really true? Could I have simply asked?
