She almost smiles at the threat, because she knows he'd never do it to her. He might joke, but that's all it would be. Of course, she'd have to point out that he'd have to catch her first.

Brigid is fascinated by his red eyes. Before, they've meant trouble, or orders, or a flexing of power. Now, they mean safety, protection, pack. Everything has changed so quickly, it's enough to take her breath away.

Disappointment flushes through her when he doesn't kiss her. She wishes he would. It wouldn't be her first kiss, but not far from it. Oh well.

"I know you'd heal, but that doesn't mean I want you hurt." She whispers. They all heal. But seeing someone she cares about hurt isn't something she likes to see.

Brigid sighs. "Markus might guess. He might be a brute, but he's not stupid. There aren't many places I would go. And I told Senora Montoya where I was going, since she's handling the sale of the house and the contents." She shrugs. "But again, I have the book, and Da's letter, and the blood work stuff." Her thumbs brush his cheeks again. "And the Hale Alpha. The name still holds weight in some corners. Plus, Markus isn't going to renege on the deal made, if you invoke it."