China's surprise registered on her face. She knew it had. And yet, she made no move to stop it. There wasn't a point. She'd never expected anyone to discover where the Cleavers came from, even as she'd prepared for that eventual outcome, and Wreath knew it. Judging by the fact that she was the only one surprised, Low and Renn knew as well.

Corrival Deuce, of course. One of the angels saw Bliss's soul in the Cleavers, Deuce explained where they came from, and China would be the next logical step to make.

It took her far longer than it should have to slowly shake her head. "Rescue him? Rescue him into what, exactly? Bliss is dead."

"He's your brother," snapped Low, her voice ringing with indignant disbelief. "And you're not going to help?"

"Brother by blood only." China gave Low one of her soft smiles. There was no more magic behind them, but they were certainly still disarming in their own right. Most of the time, anyway; this one didn't make a mark on Low. "We weren't what you might call a close-knit family. Bliss knew the risks when he agreed to making those reflections. He knew the risks when he fought the Faceless Ones at Aranmore Farm. I made it a point long ago not to interfere, and I'm certainly not going to break that vow now for a man who's tried to kill me twice."

China had tried to kill him more times than that, of course. Fortunately, she wasn't being hypocritical. Were their positions switched, she'd hardly expect Bliss to come rushing to the rescue, either.