The Sentinels [m]y love is a lifetaker

Corten. The name echoed through her thoughts, and Marina frowned slightly at the familiarity of it. She'd heard that name once before, hadn't she?

The island sounds nice. I stayed on an island with my brother, for a little while... She agreed a bit distractedly, gaze falling to the otter. Where had she heard that name? Hadn't it been from River himself? I know that name. Corten.

It was... my father's name, I think, Marina glanced up at Dutch only briefly as she said it. Yes, she remembered now; the name of a man known to her only as a concept, only as a label and a must have been. Winterbourne Corten. I never knew him.