No, it was not okay. It was not okay that this woman was bearing the brunt of this shite life. It was not okay that she gave herself only a 23% chance of surviving. Or that if she did survive, all she wanted was a pond with some ducks. She needed more than a ferret with boundary issues. He walked toward her, not subtle about what he wanted. Somewhere between killing a man who had marked her and talking about her almost certain death, he'd realized he wasn’t scared of her, and he was well on his way to being in love with her. 