"We have to get her back, they can't have her." He'd had quite enough of anyone trying to keep him from the people he loved, and he'd be damned if a bunch of seals - fae or otherwise - took Saoirse away.

"Daine, we have to get her back. She's ours."

Perhaps he might have been delighted for Saoirse to find some of her own kind, but this was a bridge too far. He was not letting Greta lose her daughter to the fae. He'd read far too many fairy tales as a child to think anything good would come of it.