Seraphine let out a slow breath, the weight of everything she had been holding in settling over her as she leaned back slightly. There was no hesitation in her anymore when it came to Corvine. At this point, she trusted him with more than just her plans. She trusted him with her survival, and that wasn't something she gave lightly.
"Ravyn keeps insisting he never forced himself on me," she said, her voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of restrained frustration. "According to him, I was the one who wanted it. I need proof to shut that down completely, because if I don't, he's going to use that claim against me the moment I refuse to go back."
Corvine's lips curved faintly, not out of amusement but out of recognition. She wasn't guessing, she was anticipating, staying three steps ahead the way she always did. Seraphine understood her opponents better than they understood themselves, and that was exactly why she was still standing.
