Gryff shrugs. "Usual story. He's lost people, same as the rest of us. Only Tonnerre is, well... if you think we hate our police, you have no idea. He's ... explosive, and that's puttin' it mildly. And he is worryingly good with those knives he flogs."

"My parents, Gryff's family and his ex, Threnody's dad, Eden and Romilly's parents, Ely's dad... The list gets depressin'." Nix squeezes Reid's hand, hurrying them onwards. "And he has a lot of friends, and most of them make us look like paragons of virtue."

"Hey," Gryff protests, "I am a paragon! I've got sparkly pink wings and everything!"