Voren’s fingers were already moving across his phone screen, the call half-dialed, when something slammed into his hand hard enough to send it crashing to the floor. The sound cracked through the room like a gunshot, but the phone was still intact.
"Voren." Seraphine’s voice didn’t rise, only threatening. "You made a promise."
He turned to look at her, jaw tight. "Yeah, and you got everything you wanted out of that promise." His eyes darkened, the muscle in his cheek jumping.
"Daisy crossed a line the moment she started wanting you dead. You really think she’s just going to stop? That she’s going to wake up tomorrow and decide she’s done?"
The truth was, something primal in him wanted nothing more than to find Daisy and make her pay, not quickly, not cleanly. He wanted to watch her suffer the way she had made Seraphine suffer.
The image sat behind his eyes, sharp and satisfying, but then Seraphine stepped closer and he saw it — that cold, calculated look she got when she was already five steps ahead of everyone else in the room. She had a plan, just as always.
"Daisy is exactly the kind of woman Ravyn deserves." The words came out of Seraphine’s mouth like she was reading a grocery list, flat, unbothered, almost bored. "Those two belong together."
Something about the way she said it hit different. Not the words themselves but what was underneath them, that hollow kind of calm that only showed up when a person had buried something too deep to dig back out. Voren felt it settle into his own chest, cold and uninvited.
His eyes moved over her face. "You won." His voice dropped. "You came out on top. So why do you still look like that?" He paused, hoping it wasn’t what he was thinking. "Are you still in love with him, Sera?"
He didn’t see it coming.
Her palm connected with the side of his face so hard his head snapped to the right.
This one had more behind it than the slap she gave him during the whole Santiago situation. This one had grief in it, and fury, and something close to desperation.
"In love with him?" Her voice broke at the top, climbing in a way that made the air in the room feel thinner. Her claws had already slid out, long and sharp at her fingertips, and for one second Voren genuinely thought Marsha was going to come tearing through.
But Seraphine pulled it back. Her wolf retreated, the claws slowly sliding back in, and what was left behind was just a woman cracked open and raw in the middle of a dimly lit room.
"They almost killed my child." Her voice dropped back down to almost nothing, which somehow made it worse. Tears spilled over before she could stop them.
"And even if somehow my baby survived, Ravyn still stood there and said she should be killed." Her throat worked. "Nobody even knows if she’s out there somewhere breathing or if she’s—" She stopped. Pressed her lips together. "And you’re standing here thinking what? That I still have feelings for that monster?"
Voren opened his mouth, then closed it quickly.
The guilt hit him fast and without warning, moving through him like something physical. He watched her shoulders shake and something in his chest that he had kept carefully locked away rattled hard against its door.
He closed the space between them before his brain signed off on it.
His arms went around her and she immediately pushed back, both palms flat against his chest, trying to create distance, but he held on.
Seraphine pushed again, but he didn’t move. And then, like a building finally giving way after too long under too much weight, she stopped fighting and let herself fall into him.
Her tears soaked through his shirt almost immediately.
"I’m sorry, Sera." Voren leaned down without thinking, his lips pressing to the top of her head, and he didn’t even realize he’d done it until he felt her go completely still in his arms.

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