Corvine looked like he had already given up trying to understand any of it.
"He also brought you a dress," he added, sounding tired already. "And judging from the look on his face, I don't think he plans on leaving until you let him in."
Seraphine's jaw dropped completely but it didn't take long for her to pull herself together, the initial shock fading fast as her mind snapped back into focus, her instincts kicking in the way they always did when things started slipping out of her control.
"Wait a second," she said, lifting a hand slightly as if she could pause everything around her. "I'm already dressed. Just tell him that."
Her tone carried confidence, a quiet finality, like the decision had already been made.
But before Corvine could even respond, another voice cut in, firm, controlled, leaving no room for argument. "I'll handle it."
