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Anselm was not satisfied with such an answer. Heda may have her reasons for believing what she said was true — but when was the last time she felt Glaukos’ fangs against her throat? For him, he could not bury that memory deep enough. 

His mouth formed in a hard line. The children may never know that touch, but Anselm did — and he would not forgive it. 

Whether or not Glaukos knew he was welcome, Anselm was not confident it would matter. He did not seem the type to put others wants before his own. 

I guess ve vill see. Anselm concluded at length, not wishing to say anything that would fracture the brittle, tentative peace between them. He cleared his throat and gave Heda a brief, apprising look. I vill be outside.