Seraphine stilled the instant his words settled in, her body going tense for a brief moment before she slowly turned back to face him again, her expression tightening as something more complicated stirred within her.
Zane's question lingered longer than she wanted it to, pressing against thoughts she usually kept locked away, because the truth was never as simple as she preferred it to be.
Everything he had done, the way he treated women, the pain he left behind without a second thought, it all stood clearly in her mind, and although some of those women had made choices that led them into those situations, it did not justify what he had done to them, and there had always been a quiet part of her, buried beneath discipline and control, that wanted justice on their behalf.
However, none of that had ever come before her profession, and it never would.
