She didn’t want to be trapped by any mountains. She didn’t want to talk only to have Ada shake her head at everything that came out of her mouth. She didn’t want to live with spoiled girls and terrible boys. They had those at the Guardians, but at least they weren’t strangers. And she really didn’t want to leave Sam before . . . before . . . what? Before she could draw him. Before he was hers. She needed to have something of her own for once.
