Voren dropped into the driver’s seat and pulled the door shut behind him. His shirt was damp across the shoulders and his hair had a few raindrops still running through it. He reached over and turned the heat up without saying anything about it, then looked at her.
"Where do you wanna go?"
Seraphine leaned her head back against the seat and took a long, slow breath. Her whole body felt heavy. Her chest felt heavier. She was done. She was so completely done with the Centenary pack.
"My bag." She groaned quietly, pressing her fingers against her forehead. "I left it in the lab."
She already knew what she was about to say before she said it. "I’m not going back in there."
Voren didn’t push her on it. He didn’t say anything.
"Can you call Damon?"
He glanced over. "For what?"
She turned her head toward him slowly, the way a person does when they are too tired to even argue properly. "He needs to know I’m not at the pack hospital anymore. He’ll be looking for me."
Voren reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and dialed. Then he put it flat on the console between them with the speaker on.
Seraphine looked at it, then looked at him. Her eyebrow went up.
"Would it hurt to just hand me the phone?"
"I don’t let anyone touch my phone." He said it the same way someone might tell you the sky was blue. No drama. No apology. Just a fact he had apparently made peace with a long time ago.
She stared at him for a second, genuinely curious now. What on earth was on that phone that made him hold it like it was classified material? She almost asked, but decided against it.
If she had known, she probably would have understood. That phone carried more weight than Voren would ever sit down and talk about. More pieces of himself, and secrets that he kept locked behind a screen because some things were easier to carry quietly than to explain out loud.
The line picked up.
"Alpha Voren." Damon’s voice came through the speaker clear and alert.
"It’s me," Seraphine said, leaning slightly toward the phone without touching it.
"Sera." His tone changed immediately. Warmer. "Everything okay?"
"I need you to grab my bag from the lab." She paused. "I’m not working on the cure anymore."
A beat of silence came through from his end. "What happened?"
She ran through it. The argument, the way Ravyn had almost hurt her, the moment she decided she was walking out. Damon listened without cutting her off, and when she finished, he was quiet for just a second.
Then he said, "Does this mean we don’t get to see Daisy finish the punishment?"
Seraphine opened her mouth and closed it.
She had completely forgotten about that part. She pressed her lips together.
"I already destroyed the cure," she said, keeping her voice even.
"No you didn’t." Damon didn’t even hesitate. There was something almost amused in his voice, like he knew her too well to let that land. "You’ve got a whole storage unit stocked up. I know about that."
Her eyes squeezed shut. She sat there in the passenger seat with her eyes closed and her jaw tight.
"Don’t give anyone the code," she said finally. "Not a single person. And if anyone comes asking about the cure from now on, I’m charging them an amount that will make Ravyn think twice before trying to hurt me again."


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