A few days later, I sat on the edge of the rooftop of my building. My body invisible, I gazed out at the evening sky as the sun set behind the city. The wind whipped wildly at me from up there, but it didn't faze me. I was starting to get used to all the being up high, flying around, having the most incredible sense of freedom I could've ever dreamed of. I'd still gotten grounded to hell from the hangover as I expected, but being able to turn invisible and fly away gave me some definite leeway.

I looked at my hand and sighed thoughtfully. I had so much...