Sage’s jaw dropped, thoroughly scandalized.So he’d told them all about what had happened in the morning, then.The way Sage had?—
“Sweet?”Emrys said it so loudly that every person at the table turned to look before returning to what they’d been saying before.“Impossible.”He tipped his chin up across the table.“Keelanis sweet.What did you do, Sage, hold his hand after?”
“I did no such thing,” he protested.And there was no after, he wanted to add.
“There’s nothing wrong with showing affection,” Torquil said after their last sip of tea.They used their empty cup to gesture at the rest of the party sitting around the table before they set it down.“You see we are all apt to agree here.”
Gentle touches.Tender looks.Those were things Sage had never experienced before.He stopped himself before he could look at Wyndham.He’d given them out, on occasion, but they were never returned.
Emrys hummed thoughtfully.“Perhaps you’re right,” he told Torquil, pulling them close again so he could press an exaggerated kiss to their cheek.“Maybe that is exactly what Mr.Ravenwing needs.A chance to soften that stony exterior of his.”
Sage glared at both of them as he stood from his chair.He left his half-eaten breakfast where it sat and breezed out of the room.
