Gabriel returned to his room after a long, draining conversation with his father, only to hear his sister's voice drifting through the air.
"She didn't run away," he said as he stepped inside. Moving to stand just behind Amelie, his gaze settled on Katelyn with a frown. "And who said you could come here without letting me know?"
Katelyn stood up, visibly disheartened. "Brother, it's been so long since I last saw you, and this is how you greet me?" she said. "Can't you speak with a little more warmth?"
"Kindness isn't something I wear well," Gabriel replied coldly. "It's late. Amelie and I still need to eat before we turn in for the night. We can talk tomorrow."
Katelyn's lips curled into a faint scowl. "Good night, Amelie. I'll see you in the morning," she said curtly, and swept out of the room.
"You could've been a little more polite," Amelie said softly, rising to her feet. "She was kind to me… she didn't judge me."
