Seraphine turned toward the sound, her gaze meeting Voren's through the glass as Corvine lowered the window, and almost immediately, something felt off.
He looked different from the day before.
Not just in appearance, but in the way he carried himself, the coldness in his eyes sharper, heavier, like something had changed overnight.
The difference between yesterday and today was impossible to ignore, and Seraphine noticed it the second her eyes settled on Voren.
The day before, he had been dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, carrying himself with that polished, controlled presence that made him look every bit like a man who belonged behind a desk making powerful decisions, but today, everything about him felt stripped down and raw, from the fitted jeans to the sleeveless shirt that exposed the strength in his arms, down to the boots that made him look like he had just stepped out of the training grounds instead of an office.
