Seraphine stopped walking so abruptly, her entire body going still as her eyes locked onto Corvine's face with a focus that felt almost predatory in its intensity, and when she finally spoke, her voice was low but firm, carrying that quiet authority she never had to force.
"Let it out," she said, her gaze unwavering, as if she could already sense that whatever he was about to say was going to drag something ugly out of the past.
Corvine hesitated, and that hesitation alone was enough to make Seraphine's pulse tick faster. He glanced away, then toward the car, as if the moving vehicle would make the conversation easier to handle.
"I'll tell you on the way," he said carefully, like someone choosing his words before the battle even began.
