No. No, no, no, no, no. She was there. Regina, still with the smirk on her face, but now with her hand on Aislinn's cradle. The cradle with Aislinn in it, and where was Emma anyway? Had she already been hurt? Worse? Part of Graham's instincts were to go and find Emma, potentially before it was too late. But there was no chance, no chance in hell of him leaving Aislinn alone with the Evil Queen.
"Back away from the baby." His voice was a low growl, the wolves who had raised him would have been proud. "This your plan all along? Wait until some other witch was hurting the city, take your revenge on Emma and blame it on Maleficent?"
But of course it was. Wasn't that just how Regina worked, with lies and blame and trickery. It made him sick, as much as his gut twisted with fear at the idea. She would do whatever it took to hurt Emma and Aislinn and then probably use the grief to get closer to Henry.
His eyes narrowed as he stared at her, waiting for her to make whatever catty and cruel comments she inevitably would make. "You're going to find that I'm not so easy to kill a second time, Regina. And you know what? I would die before I let you hurt that little girl. So back away from her, right now, and maybe I won't actually hurt you."