MEGAN'S POV
"Nothing," Xarion interjects swiftly, stepping closer. "He didn't do anything, Megan. He was just… being himself. You know how he is."
"That's exactly the problem," I reply, my voice rising slightly. "I know how he is. And if he said or did anything to upset my pups…"
"Our pups," Xarion corrects gently.
I glare at him. "My pups, Xarion. And if Wilson can't act right around them, then he doesn't need to be around them at all."
"He didn't hurt them," Xarion insists, his tone calm but firm. "They just… they noticed he was upset. That's all. He didn't say or do anything mean to them. I swear."
I press my lips together, my hands balling into fists at my sides.
The twins are good at reading people. They always have been.
And if they didn't like Wilson, it's because they sense
