Katelyn set her mug down on the table with a sharp clink, then turned toward Sage.
"You should've told me all of this earlier, especially about your mother," she said. "Now I feel even worse for throwing away her amulet. But you started it. You told me to either keep it or get rid of it. So… I'm not entirely at fault."
Sage exhaled softly, a faint, rueful smile curving his lips. "I know. I was a jerk that day," he admitted.
Katelyn leaned back slightly, studying him. "Your stepmother's a bitch, isn't she?" she muttered, shaking her head. "I used to think you were the crazy one in that family. But I was so wrong."
Sage couldn't help but smile at her bluntness. "Let's not talk about them anymore," he whispered, shifting closer, thus changing the air between them instantly. His hand reached for hers, fingers brushing gently before lacing together.
"It feels… different," he murmured, his thumb tracing light circles over her skin. "To touch you like this."
