Nimue stepped backward, holding Amy to her chest as she stumbled over her own feet trying to get away from Mordred. She was absolutely convinced now. Mordred's calm. The way the flames parted for him. This was all his fault. Mordred had started the fire, she knew it. He was jealous of Amy, she knew that. She knew the way he looked at her baby girl. She knew they weren't safe with him around. She'd confided in Merlin before that she didn't feel safe; she didn't want Mordred around her children. But she'd never known what to do about it.
"Get back," she cried out at Mordred, turning Amy's face away from him. "Stay away from us!"
If Merlin wanted to deal with the boy, fine, but she wasn't risking him being around her daughter. Not a moment longer.