The moment Liander and his sorcerers leave, closing the door behind them, Sibyl releases her grip on me. I stagger to one side, away from her, hands rising to clasp my cheeks, an almost physical need to hold myself together pressing the palms and fingers tight against my own skin.
I shall start screaming at any moment and I'll never be able to stop.
"You had to act out now, of all times." Sibyl paces in front of me, anger cold and sharp. I can't speak, not yet, but I'm growing accustomed to this empty feeling, enough my own temper can rise. It's so wrong not to feel the fire join my anger, but that only makes my rage heat up worse.
"He's using us." I don't recognize my own voice. I sound like an animal, a creature, not a girl. "He's draining power directly from Gaia." She spins on me, s
