New leaf, she argued with herself. They were no longer dangerous. They’d paid. They were plants, for God’s sake. It wasn’t like they could come back.
I killed my lover, she countered, and silenced the growl in the back of her mind.
“I—”
“At a loss for words, Syl? That’s not like you.”
“Too many words,” Sylvie said. “You decide.” Her heart thumped. “You tell me what to do with those killers.”
Alex dabbled her fingers into the soil a little, touched the pale petals again, traced the slender stem; fragile, it shivered beneath her touch. She let her hand drop, reached it out to Sylvie.
“We’ll keep them alive. They’re beautiful, Syl. Whatever they were before, whatever sins they committed—they’re beautiful now.”
