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"Not exactly. I trust Ewan's interest is in our favor. And I do think it's about time to correct misconceptions about Mairwen's suitability as your omega. But it isn't just tales of her remarkable perfume he's left here with. He'd be a fool to have failed to notice your response to her."
"He seemed awfully busy with his own response," I grumbled.
Niall shrugged. "Perhaps. But if it'd been Gamesby in the room today—"
"I would've made Mairwen a target. Yes, I know," I rasped. We were nearing the stairs down to the dining hall and I slowed, shaking my head. "I wasn't expecting…" It was unfair to admit what I'd thought of Mairwen in the begi
Niall reached for my shoulders, gripping me by the arms. "What she is to you, brother, is plain to see. All I'm saying is that perhaps you should attempt to make it slightly less so when around men we don't trust."
I frowned. Mairwen deserved to have me making a fool of myself over her in front of all of dragonkin, not just the isle. But Niall was right. I wanted her safe at my side for many years to come, not in the arrow sights of one of Gamesby's plots.
What if there is an heir? What if she didn't drink the tea? What if…
We reached the bottom of the stairs, and I stopped still. Mairwen was smiling, her arm wrapped around Beatrice's, the pair of them laughing softly. She twisted, glancing over her shoulder at me, eyes bright and welcoming, and my entire body lurched in her direction at the rough tug from within my chest.
She is mine.
I would do what I must to keep her that way.