Harry growled. It was the first time since Georgie’s death he’d made that noise. "Three years? Three years and you never even thought to mention you were sleeping with a man that would like me dead?" He replied, stepping closer to her. "That would have the boys dead if they didn't work for him? He's been here twice after Nell! I don't know how many times he might have tried something with Piper or Robin or Illya!" His breathing was harsh now, unable to think past the anger inside him. "That... that bastard..." He said, words coming out slowly, "That bastard is too smart not to use you to get to the boys. That's what he's been doing. Taking over this side of the river, over here every other week... and he's got the prefect excuse."