"C--" Jack repeated, screwing up his face, and then made the connection. "Christian. Candy said you were asking about him. Did Gaunt have something that was his?"

He'd kept up his brisk tone to stop his heart from breaking, but those sad eyes were going gentler. He knew how much Emma loved and missed her brother.

"Anyhow," he said more softly, "I know it's not logical, but the islad never is. Listen to our minds, Emma. You'll see the fear and sickness Gaunt is spreading."