Kaden's eyes followed Cin's back toward his house, like it was the world's most sinister magnet. "He was killed in there?" His voice had gone all faint, and high, like he was still a kid. Some threat of a memory pushed at him, like he knew, deep down, how Cy had been murdered, like he'd been told already. His mind offered nothing else, just that the memory was very very very very bad, and sat inside him like a poison.