didn’t know that, back when I found Penny. I wish I had. And it wouldn’t work if it had been a year, a month, even a week, but you’re newly made,” says Lottie, eyes alight. “Which means you’re still connected to her. Your blood. Your life. It’s like a rope that runs between you.” Alice’s hand drifts to her collar, the pendant cold against her skin. “If you kill Sabine, you’ll sever it. And you’ll go back to being what you were before.”
She'll get her life back; rope; pendant
