“It took me a while to figure it out,” Isla said. “But then I realized . . . Aurora must have tried talking to you. She must have found out about you somehow. She must have considered freeing you to get what she wanted. She was Starling. She wouldn’t have put part of her soul in something like a feather . . . but you. You would. And you used her handwriting as your own. This was how you knew where I was. You were already rising, spreading poison through Nightshade, but you couldn’t get out. My blood . . . it freed you, didn’t it, when I pricked my finger?” Lark lurched, but Isla filled her
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Its literally a horcrux. Copycat
