"I'm in control." He murmured, though that was exactly what he would have said either way and his voice didn't quite match up with the words. He didn't really sound like someone in control of anything.
He took a deep breath. Closed his eyes. Counted down from ten.
He'd become awfully possessive of Molly. Awfully attentive of her. Beyond the fact that he felt responsible for what happened to her. She was getting further and further removed from his girl apprentice. She was an ally. A grown woman. And the Winter Lady.
'I'm not going to fly off the handle while Maggie is here."