Of course, Kiernan was right. Kamon had had no right to ask, and he'd known—and whatever his other faults, he had had the decency to leave well enough alone up until now. That was what nagged at her—what had gone so incredibly wrong that he had been able to come up with no other options other than to come to her, when he must have known she would refuse?
But that, she reminded herself, was no longer Mag's business, nor had it been, not for a long time.
"You're right," she said, giving him a small smile, wry. "He would have tried to place me between himself and whatever danger he was trying to get away from. But that's no longer my problem."
She glanced at the bottles on the table, but before reaching for them, there was something else that needed to be said. "I'm glad you're here." Her smile was stronger this time. "Let's see about cracking open that bottle, no?"