"No," Jack said, more grateful for small mercies than he had any right to be. He'd liked Felix perfectly well, but the child had unsettled him. "No, there's no Felix. Just me and your Tio Sebastien and a pile of schoolwork for university -- which is why I'm in London."

He leaned back in his chair. "Your mother had a child with Aunt Karla? That must be a ... very lucky little girl."