Leon's brow pulled together as he looked at her with that familiar mix of curiosity and quiet irritation he always seemed to carry whenever Seraphine became too intense, and even though his voice stayed calm, there was something heavier in his voice when he asked, "And why exactly would I refuse you that?"
A tired smile pressed against Seraphine's lips, faint and fragile, but there was still determination behind it as she took the folder from his hands and headed toward the small office she had claimed as her own inside the hospital.
It had become the only place where she could breathe for a second without feeling like the walls were closing in on her.
Corvine followed right behind her without saying a word.
He already knew what she was about to do before she even sat down.
