Earlier, when Jasmine had informed Voren about Coco's plan, they had taken the time to put the kids to sleep after getting them to eat before Seraphine aired her discomfort.
"V, if it's a spell like Noelle confessed, then I'd force her to embrace her real identity." Seraphine's voice carried a note of steel beneath the fatigue, her eyes gleaming with fierce resolve.
Voren stared at her affectionately, his desires for her increasing with every passing moment. The way she stood her ground, the way she refused to back down, only made him love her more. "And if she refuses?"
"Then I'll have to force her." A shadow of regret crossed her features. "It might be painful, but I'm willing to compensate her."
Voren thought through it carefully, weighing the implications. It was a crime for Coco and her mother to use a spell to take on Seraphine's image, a violation of the most fundamental kind.
