" The voice in her head was drowned by a rush of music. Low bass notes of a cello swept through her in an elegant, heart-wrenching melody of love and loss. It was the sound of Alexis reaching out to her. Penelope gripped tighter to their connection, holding into it like a lifeline. The music became loader and louder.
"I can hear your heart," she said, dazed. "Can you hear it? It's singing to me."
"It's because it belongs to you," Alexis replied simply. "

― Amy Kuivalainen , The Immortal City (The Magicians of Venice, #1)