I couldn’t tell if the fury in my heart belonged to Kiara or me. “Fine! You don’t have to be responsible for anything.” With the child in one arm, I threw the cables attached to Muriel’s handcuffs to the ground and turned away. She was so frail. I wrapped the blanket around her tighter, clutching her close and praying that Muriel’s brief sharing of magic was enough to mend her heart, at least for now. Praying that by bringing her with me, I wasn’t taking her to her death. But I ...