“One what?” “One of you,” he said, “to go with me.” “Go with you? Go where?” “Back to Niagara Falls, to my lab. I’m so very close to gaining the data I need to publish, to prove what I have done, what I can do. I just need one subject with me who can control her magic and show it to the world.” “No,” I said, pushing myself out of the chair and backing up until my ass hit the radiator under the window. “You can’t have one of us. What are you, crazy? You dosed us all without our consent, and now you want one of us to be your lab monkey for the rest of her life? God, didn’t they teach you anything about free will? You do know those consequences come back to hurt the conjurer, right? That would be you, idiot.” “Rubbish,” he said, waving his hand as he stood up. “There are no magical consequences. What, do you actually believe there are little consequence elves who trace your actions back to you and take their pound of flesh? Really, Stacy. I expected more from you than silly superstition.”
