Nicole glanced around helplessly, her unease sharpening with every passing second. Her gaze finally settled on Voren, steady and unreadable as ever. He was Ravyn's best friend so how could she talk about the centenary pack matters?
Besides, his secretary and assistant were both humans. "We can't talk here," she said in a low voice.
Seraphine nodded immediately, already stepping back. "Sure. I was just leaving."
She paused long enough to give Voren one last look, calm on the surface, lethal beneath it before reminding him softly, almost politely, "You have twenty-four hours."
Voren let out a short chuckle, the sound echoing with careless confidence. "This is the third time you've issued those empty threats," he said, amusement glinting in his eyes. "I'd really love to see what you've got."
The elevator doors slid open, swallowing Seraphine and Nicole whole. As they disappeared, Pete stepped closer to Voren, concern written plainly across his face.
