"You all pretty much agreed as a community giving him access to little girls was a bad idea," he echoed, the words coming out of hazy memory of getting to know each other through music back in London.

"And I know... he's your mom's brother." Had she told him that here? Or only before? He couldn't remember, but it seemed more important to give her an idea what she didn't have to tell him. Especially when words could be hard.

Oh. That was when he'd heard that song before. She'd sung it the night she told him about what Rockhouse had done to her mom. The night Coby first showed her his wings.