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Found her own band of ruffians to run with, then. That would've hurt if Ambrose took anything his brother said very seriously, and he could tell he was trying to get under his skin. It might've worked a little bit too but he wasn't going to show it. Besides, he wanted to know what the hell his brother was doing over here—and if he really was trying to find a place to crash, Ambrose would make sure it was as far away from their sister as possible. He loved his siblings, really, but if Niamh had found an ounce of happiness here then Ambrose wasn't about to let their brother ruin it the way he had with Red Rock.

No, responded the boy to the question. Even if he had, would he have told Bruges? Not likely. I haven't been here very long. And those wolves I ran in to—the ones that might be living with Niamh—they seem pretty capable. I don't think your kind of charm would work on them. He couldn't help his tone from becoming a little condescending, but it didn't matter. He was starting to make his way again, striding along the river's edge and away from Bruges as his interest in his brother waned.