Corvine stepped out of the car, the door closing with a soft thud behind him, but Seraphine didn't move right away, her fingers still curled loosely against her lap as she stared ahead, her mind already piecing things together without needing to hear a single word of whatever Ravyn was saying outside.
Damon had told her enough earlier, and honestly, she didn't need confirmation to understand what this was about, because there was only one person in this world who could make Ravyn stand there looking stripped of his pride like that, and that was Bryan.
Bryan was the only reason Ravyn would ever lower himself this much.
Outside, Corvine tried to keep his composure intact, even as Ravyn blocked his path, his presence tense and unmoving like a wall that refused to budge. "Ravyn, move," Corvine said, his voice tight, like he was holding back more than just irritation, but Ravyn shook his head immediately, refusing without hesitation.
