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Arlo
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“What?” Malaya asks, letting go of me, and I rub my hands over my face in frustration. I tell her what happened today and there’s silence for a moment after that.
“I’m sorry,” I say, taking her hand after a long moment, but she gets up from the couch and walks away.
“Please, say something,” my voice comes out lower than intended while stopping behind her as she takes out her pajamas and puts them on.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about, Arlo. She’s your mate,” she says and I can see she’s wiping a tear, breaking my heart even more. I hate this. I’m not in love with Malaya, but I care deeply about her. She’s been there for me. She’s held my hand through the most difficult times in my life and the last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt her.
I place my hands
