Ravyn felt his chest squeeze so tight it was like someone had punched him right in the ribs.
Seraphine had just stood there in front of the whole damn pack and straight-up declared that she loved Voren.
The words hit him harder than he expected, echoing in his head and stirring up a storm of confusion and frustration.
Was this whole thing still part of her twisted game, or had those feelings actually turned real after all the time she'd spent working right beside him?
He couldn't wrap his head around why it was eating at him so badly, like a deep, gnawing ache that wouldn't let go.
At first, he'd been rock-solid sure that Voren would never fall for her tricks—he trusted his friend completely.
But then Seraphine had backed Voren into a corner and forced that kiss, and now she was straight-up threatening his business to keep his mouth shut.
The more Ravyn turned it over in his mind, the worse the uneasy feeling got, twisting and growing until it felt like it was choking him.
