When Sibyl started to lecture me about the dire ramifications of what I was doing, I shook my goggles off my head onto the ground behind me. I knew she was right, I just didn’t want to hear it. What I wanted, what I needed was under this lid. It wasn’t that I didn’t care if I broke my magic—I cared enormously, so much so that I nearly dropped the power because my hands were shaking so badly—I just cared about my freedom more. I’d fought too hard and given too much already to lose at the last inch,
