Alice shifts a little closer on the couch and asks, “What happens when we find her?” Sabine’s lips press into a thin grim line. “I think it’s time for this game of ours to end.” A game, even now. A fucking game. Alice lets annoyance stain the air. She doesn’t care. “I never asked to play.” Sabine inclines her head, reaches out a cool hand to Alice’s cheek. “I know,” she says.
