Guilt flickered in Voren's eyes, quick, almost imperceptible, before vanishing as if it had never been there at all. His expression hardened, his voice wintry and detached. "That was six years ago," he said flatly. "An old tale."
His gaze slid back to Seraphine, sharp and dismissive. "From what I've seen, she deserved everything she got."
Oh no, what a wrong answer? Seraphine didn't think. She didn't breathe. Rage surged through her like wildfire, burning through every fragile wall she had built to survive. In a blur, she lunged.
Her fingers wrapped around Voren's throat, her claw extending instinctively, piercing skin before anyone could react. For a split second, shock rippled through the room before Voren moved.
He caught her wrist mid-strike and flung her aside with a single motion, effortless and controlled. "What a wild woman," he remarked casually, almost bored, as the scratch on his neck sealed itself and disappeared.
