The Wicked Trilogy by S. Massery

9

Unknown

You don’t see me.

None of you SEE me.

Caleb carries your bag into the house. You’re like a little bird, fluttering your wings against the cage. Still trapped, even if you don’t know it.

From one prison to another.

From one master to another.

They’re going to clip your wings, Margo. They’ll keep you locked away forever.

Except you think your cage is a house, and your keeper is your lover.

Foolish. Foolish to believe in love when it’s nothing more than noise, thunder rumbling over our heads.

And luck is just a flash of lightning, brief and bright.

I only need one strike.