The loss, the defeat clear in her eyes pushed him past that first literally murderous bout of cold anger. His girl was too vibrant to ever have that look on her face. He would kill without remorse or regret to protect her.
Will sat gingerly on the couch beside her. A careful touch to her cheek brought her gaze down from the ceiling and to him. "You are not a burden to be taken on, Auds, and Yaxley is not the only appropriately pureblooded male in Britain." Even as he said the words, he felt the truth of them in his bones. "You are not going to lose your inheritance and Yaxley will never have a hold over you, that I promise." Even though he'd never even considered such a thing, the answer to her problem was simple, logical, easy. "Marry me."