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It wasn't as if Pygmalion had been opposed—okay, no. He definitely had been. At the same time, there was a small nugget of rationality that kept prodding him, Don't be a twat; don't be a twat; don't be a twat. She had done what was right for her family.

But that was what it was. A small, insignificant emotion, easily drowned out by irritability.

Ye should ha' taken muir care when dealing wi' the lad, Pygmalion stressed, narrowing his eyes. Wolves dinna act right when they've taken ill. He coulda hurt ye and not even kent it. And if that had happened, Pyg would have torn the boy apart. No hesitation.