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To her surprise, Ky had kept quiet through everything. Not that she didn't trust him, but she knew it must be difficult for him to say nothing while she argued with Mal over how things were going to go. But he stayed her silent guardian, at her side, watching for the moment he would need to jump in. So far, she had managed to somewhat handle things, kind of. Mal wasn't budging and neither had she, but that meant no one was really getting anywhere. She didn't blame him for being angry; she had told him Ky and the saints were their enemies, but that was before—before she realized who she was, before she realized the depth of her feelings for the wolf at her side. She had been gone for months, and she knew he had been worried, and now she showed up with the very man that she had claimed they couldn't trust. She knew how it looked, but she just wanted a chance to explain everything. Mal still wouldn't be happy, she was fairly sure, but at least he would know she was okay. She was better. Stronger.

She stared at Mal for a few moments, not saying anything. Then she drew in a long breath through her nose and released it slowly through her mouth. Her stomach churned uncomfortably, but she ignored it. Mal, please, she said, her voice much softer than it had been. I just want to talk. Ky won't do anything if you guys can promise the same. Her expression was pained. She felt like she was being torn in half between her old life and her new one. Please, she offered again, hoping to sway him away from his anger a little, at least enough to be up for listening to her. She didn't want to send Ky away, she felt like it would mean she was choosing Mal over him when there was actually no one she was more loyal to than her mate.