"What did he say?" Ravyn asked, his voice fragile with hope as his eyes searched Voren's face like a drowning man reaching for air, but Voren only stared back at him with a deadpan expression, his jaw tight, his shoulders rigid, the words clearly sitting heavy in his chest as though they were too cruel to be spoken out loud.
"Ravyn, I think we should separate our businesses from your personal affairs," Voren finally said, choosing each word carefully, his tone steady but distant, and even as he spoke, Ravyn could feel the invisible line being drawn between them.
Everything had been fine until Voren agreed to help him stand against Seraphine, and since that moment, it had been nothing but loss after loss, setback after setback, and now Voren was standing at the edge of a cliff he never meant to approach, realizing that if he kept holding Ravyn's hand, he might fall straight into the abyss with him.
