Tallulah lifted her head slowly, and the moment her face came fully into view, something clicked behind Corvine's eyes.
"You were one of the servers." His voice came out flat, more to himself than to her. "The drink service. That night."
Tallulah held his gaze for just a second, then dropped hers again.
Corvine said nothing else but something moved through his expression. Not anger, something quieter than that. More like the particular frustration of a man replaying a memory and finding all the places where he could have paid better attention.
If he had known back then, or if he had even considered the possibility that Seraphine would one day walk away from Ravyn, he would have looked closer. He would have seen more, and things would have been different.
"Okay." Seraphine's voice came in clean and final, cutting through whatever the moment was turning into. "Let's move."
Corvine pulled his attention back, got behind the wheel, and pulled out without another word.
