"Siren," Wren says, and looks up at the moon too. "I know it sounds impossible. Like the mythology, women singing sailors to their death. Or The Little Mermaid, if you prefer your fairy tales with an extra punch of knowing your place. Turns out it's a little more complicated, though."

"I don't think you get a choice," Wren says, gently. He knows how terrible it can feel to not have a choice about who you are. His childhood hurt, and it left lasting marks, but he's been luckier than some. "It doesn't mean anything about you. Who you are. What you do with that."