ICARUS I was determined, refusing to let Cyrus stop me from achieving my goal. Wintherthone was waiting at the entrance, his eyes filled with unspoken questions as I approached him. “Cyrus refused.” I broke the disappointing news to Wintherthone, whose face fell afterwards. “I had imagined he’d try to see reason…” said Wintherthone. “Oh, don’t feel bad.” I said to Wintherthone, my eyes trained on Freya who was seated motionless in the car. “I don’t care if Cyrus approves or not, Winther. I’m going to get a witch to help me and he can’t stop me.” I signaled Maurice as I got into the car, urging him to drive. ¨Take me to the Market Square.” I commanded and Marcus nodded in response. As he ignited the engine, Cryus stepped out into the courtyard with his councilmen following behind, h

