Back at Halloween, Winter had gotten her away from Rockhouse at a time she'd been just as frozen by horror even though all the logic in the world had told her that it couldn't have been her father before her.

Whoever this was, he had Winter in the same way, fear and sick longing and old trodden paths of habit. Winter wasn't screaming like she had, but it was in every line of him.

Humming a tune of comfort and protection, Curnen reached out and took his hand, giving it a little tug.