The question tugged at the corner of Seraphine's lips, drawing out a slow, knowing smirk, but she didn't answer. She let the silence linger, thick and deliberate, watching it do its work.
Corvine shifted beside her, unease crawling up his spine. He hated when she went quiet like that. "What do you intend to do to her?" he pressed.
A scoff escaped Seraphine before she could restrain it, sharp and full of disdain. "Daisy likes games," she said nonchalantly. "So I'll give her exactly what she wants." Her eyes gleamed. "Just not yet."
She leaned back, folding her arms. "First, I have to give Voren what I promised him before his twenty-four hours run out."
Corvine didn't ask what that meant. He was learning that when Seraphine spoke in measured tones, consequences followed.
Before heading home, she asked him to drive her to an IT market. The request surprised him, but he didn't question it.
