Voren's fingers were already moving across his phone screen, the call half-dialed, when something slammed into his hand hard enough to send it crashing to the floor. The sound cracked through the room like a gunshot, but the phone was still intact.
"Voren." Seraphine's voice didn't rise, only threatening. "You made a promise."
He turned to look at her, jaw tight. "Yeah, and you got everything you wanted out of that promise." His eyes darkened, the muscle in his cheek jumping.
"Daisy crossed a line the moment she started wanting you dead. You really think she's just going to stop? That she's going to wake up tomorrow and decide she's done?"
The truth was, something primal in him wanted nothing more than to find Daisy and make her pay, not quickly, not cleanly. He wanted to watch her suffer the way she had made Seraphine suffer.
