Snow's hand stilled in midair over the kitten's back. She could get her name back?

But then, what would that actually gain her? She had never actually been that distressed to lose it so much as hated the reasons that Mrs. H had given her this new name in the first place. It had been an insult, a curse. One that she's survived. She had not had an identity back when she'd been Miss H. She had been a doll. She would be dressed up, posed, moved about, and then put back in her cabinet again.

What did she want with that?

Eventually, she shook her head. "That girl's dead. And fuck if I want anything of my father's anyway."