Voren let out a tired sigh as he walked deeper into the room. "Corvine."
The seriousness in his tone immediately caught Corvine's attention, and the teasing smile faded fast.
There was something different about Voren's expression tonight, more subdued, more thoughtful than usual. "I owe you an apology."
That was definitely not what Corvine had been expecting to hear. His eyebrows shot up, and now he was genuinely intrigued. Instead of responding right away, he gestured toward the sitting area. "Tea or coffee?"
Voren glanced over at the sofa. Corvine dropped into one of the chairs and pointed to the seat across from him. "The maids are all asleep, but I can make either one myself." A mischievous glint lit up his eyes. "Probably the same way I make it for Sera."
Voren groaned immediately. "Must you keep rubbing that in my face?"
