Sage ran a weary hand across the back of his neck. "Vance is the living evidence," he reiterated. "I will have to make Blythe speak the truth."
Katelyn frowned, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Will she tell the truth, though? More importantly, why did she kill Vance's parents? They were, by all accounts, merely vegetable sellers, not a threat. What did your father say?"
"Dad is angry, as expected," Sage replied flatly, the mention of William bringing the tension back to his posture.
Katelyn stepped closer, her expression turning earnest. "Interrogate your stepmother sternly. Only then will she open her mouth. But, whatever happens, do not let your personal emotions overpower your judgment as the Alpha."
"Yeah," Sage breathed, taking her advice to heart.
Suddenly, the weight of the earlier chaos lifted, replaced by the focus on Katelyn. He gently grasped her hands in his and took a step closer, closing the distance between them.
