In all their past battles, in every scuffle and every test of power, was this where she just wanted to be? Kneeling before Harrowhark Nonagesimus, fully her creature, unable to imagine a world where she lived while Harrow perished?

She has no idea. But it doesn't matter, because this is how she feels now. She huffs a breath through her nose and closes her eyes, relishing Harrow's touch, how close she is, anticipating with a thrill how much closer she'll be later. "I'm unbreakable," she bluffs. "You should know that by now."