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Anselm, for all his thinking ahead, did not realize how it looked from the outside. His ears flung forward at the accusation. Vhat? He hissed, wincing as the contortion of his face stung the freshly nettled cuts. No.

He rubbed his tender cheek, exhaling bitterly through a stinging nose. This vas from a stranger.

Caught momentarily off guard, Anselm found his rage slow to return. He'd meant the threat entirely, but now it was misconstrued. He would not let the wind fall out of his sails on this. I meant you vill go in season. When that happens, His gaze cut across her ruthlessly. You vill not touch Etienne. He finished with a show of teeth.