On the other end of the call, Seraphine's expression tightened just slightly, the reaction so subtle it barely registered on her face, but inside, irritation had already started building, slow and heavy, pressing against her ribs like something she didn't want to deal with today.
The only reason Ravyn even had her new number was because of Bryan's condition and that had been strictly professional, clean boundaries, no emotional ties, no room for anything personal, which made this call feel even more out of line.
And now he had the nerve to ask her for help? The audacity of it almost made her laugh. "Ravyn, I think you are talking to the wrong person."
Her voice came out calm, cool, almost distant, like she had already stepped away from the conversation even though the call was still active.
