Ha. More like surveilling her. I could see from the tension in Aela’s face, the rigidity of her posture, that she didn’t believe that either. She knew a pig always stank, and it didn’t matter if it looked like they were on your side or not—they never were. She did us proud as she demanded, “Why? What do you think I know?” Seamus, his gaze whipping between the two women, questioned, “Mom? What’s going on? Why is Caro here?” “She’s not here to babysit you, butt face,” Aela replied calmly, but her gaze was stony as she stared at Dunbar. “She worked her way in as a babysitter?” Conor hissed. “Well, that’s a new low.” He wasn’t wrong. “I’m here to help,” Dunbar insisted, her arms spreading wide with entreaty. &
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