"It was," she says, the simplicity and directness of it almost making her answer sound ten times worse. "He and Jamie had been friends for a time, but then something happened, Jamie grew older and saw how cruel Peter could be. How he'd tire of people, and send them away. Sometimes to be...to be killed." Even talking about it is enough to settle something leaden and cold in the pit of her stomach, and Rosie's glad for that calm stroke of Nick's fingers in her hair.

"While we were all there, he and Jamie fought, and...and he cut off Jamie's hand."