Ravyn couldn’t stop the memories from creeping in, no matter how hard he tried to bury them. The images, the videos of Voren and Seraphine together flashed through his mind like something determined to haunt him, refusing to fade no matter how much he forced himself to focus on something else.
Still, he pushed it down.
There were more urgent things to deal with.
’Let him in. I’m at the pack house,’ he responded through the mindlink.
It didn’t take long.
A few minutes later, footsteps echoed through the hallway before Voren walked into the kitchen, only to stop short the second he took in the scene in front of him.
"Ravyn... are you cooking?" he asked, his brows pulling together in clear disbelief as his gaze swept across the counter. "What happened to the maids?"
A bitter smile tugged at Ravyn’s lips as he continued packing the pancakes, his movements steady, almost mechanical. He added strawberries and blueberries with care, the small details feeling oddly important despite everything else unraveling around him.
"This was one of Seraphine’s conditions before she agreed to treat Bryan."
For a split second, Voren almost laughed.
He could feel it rising, pressing at his chest, but the look on Ravyn’s face stopped him cold. That sour, tight expression said more than words ever could.
Instead, he cleared his throat lightly. "What are you doing here already?" Ravyn asked, glancing up briefly, his mind already running through the timing. "Didn’t we just speak not long ago?"
It didn’t add up.
Even with the distance, getting here this fast meant only one thing. Voren must have taken a helicopter for part of the trip before finishing the rest by car.
"You weren’t picking up your phone," Voren replied smoothly, like he had anticipated the question long before it came. "I figured you might need help." His eyes lingered on Ravyn for a moment before he added, more carefully, "I was surprised to hear you were still here."
Ravyn let out a low, humorless chuckle, the sound carrying more frustration than amusement. "I was about to go looking for them when they showed up. They looked fine," he said, putting a little too much weight on that last part.
Voren caught it instantly.
"And did they say where they’d been?" he asked, his tone casual, though there was a sharpness underneath it.
Ravyn’s laugh came again, rougher this time. "Do you think she answers to me?" he said, not even bothering to hide the bitterness anymore. He closed the container, securing it before picking it up. "I’m taking this to Bryan. He’s with her at the hospital."
"I’ll come with you."
The words came too quickly, Ravyn stilled.
Something flickered across his face as a thought crossed his mind, slow but heavy, settling into place with uncomfortable clarity. He turned slightly, his gaze narrowing just a fraction.
"Did you come because you were worried about me..." he paused, his voice lowering, "...or her?"
Voren didn’t answer immediately.
For the briefest moment, his lips pressed together, but just like always, he recovered fast, his expression smoothing out into something practiced.
"I came for the one with my billions."

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