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As soon as he finished speaking, Peregrine held his breath. He braced himself for a myriad of reactions, all of them negative. He simply didn't expect acceptance on any level, though he hoped for it, deep down. He hoped he could have his cake and eat it too, though he didn't mean to be greedy. He was just beginning to discover that love (and lust) were not finite resources, at least for him.

When she didn't immediately spit on him and run for the nearby hills, Peregrine's breath gusted out of him. "Wha?" he said in reply to her whispered query. It hadn't seemed meant for him, though the following two questions were definitely aimed at him, as were her sharp gray eyes.

Fighting against the hope that threatened to blossom in his chest, Peregrine said, "I guess... if you take me up on my offer, it's true. Lasher doesn't deserve to be hidden forever anyway," he admitted. "And Willow? I imagine she'd be accepting, probably more than anybody else. She's not my mate because I don't look at her that way. Actually, I think she and my brother, Atticus—y'know, Bones's dad?—will eventually tie the knot."

His eyes searched her face, wishing he knew what thoughts and feelings were whipping around behind those eyes. She didn't seem immediately opposed, though perhaps she was just holding back before unleashing her distaste on him. Peregrine's eyes closed briefly and he thought silently to himself, What will be, will be.