Voren's fingers curled hard into his palm the second Ravyn came into view, his nails biting skin as irritation flared hot and immediate in his chest, because the sight of that man alone was enough to ruin everything he had planned for today.
Any slim chance he had of getting Seraphine to ease off his server, of talking to her calmly and privately, vanished the moment Ravyn appeared, because Ravyn never knew how to exist in a room with Seraphine without turning the air sharp and volatile.
Voren already knew how this would end, with raised voices, bruised pride, and Seraphine's temper flaring instead of cooling, and the certainty of it made his jaw tighten.
"Sera, we need to talk." Ravyn's voice cut through the space like ice dragged across stone, cold, clipped, and vibrating with barely restrained fury, his dark gaze locked on her with the kind of intensity that demanded obedience instead of conversation.
