Frankly, Sunshine didn't really expect to be in control of much of anything in her life. She hadn't expected control at home, either, not with the normal things - her daily routine, her schedule, her finances, the privacy of her relationships in the claustrophobic closeness of the coffeehouse - and certainly not with the magic that only a panicked flailing after survival had forced her to use.

"I ought to be able to tell if it's not real sunlight," she said. "I get kind of...sick. Without the sun."

She frowned. "How can you be 'not allowed'?"