Moon Touched
I laughed, unable to help myself.
Katia drifted to my side and rested a hand lightly on my arm. Her touch was warm, grounding. Her eyes, usually mischievous, brimmed with sadness as they searched mine.
“By the way, mate,” she said softly, her voice silk over iron, “perhaps next time, you should check your knowledge before assuming things about having a mate.”