Of all the things she'd expected, deflection, silence, that particular brand of nothing he was so good at, this wasn't it. She looked at him with something that sat between confusion and fresh irritation, and beneath both of those, something she wouldn't name yet.
"What does that even mean?"
"It means exactly what it sounds like." Voren wasn't calm the way he usually was, all that practiced, almost maddening stillness.
He was calm the way a person gets when they've stopped performing and started just saying the thing.
"Every single thing I found out about you, I had to pull out of you. You didn't volunteer any of it. Nothing." He pressed his lips together for a moment, like he was making sure the next words came out the right way. "And weren't you the one who said we aren't friends?"
Seraphine went still.
Not the kind of still that comes from having nothing to say. The kind that comes from having too much and needing a second to figure out which pieces actually fit.
