Voren hesitated for a long beat, the thought of calling Ravyn, of telling him exactly where to meet Seraphine, tugging at the edge of his mind, almost tempting him to drag Ravyn along.
But every instinct he had screamed that it would be a disaster. Ravyn's presence would only muddy the waters, throw everything into chaos, and ruin the fragile, delicate chance Voren had to confront Seraphine on his own terms, cleanly, without anyone complicating the stakes.
After all, it had been Ravyn who'd lit the fire under her, the reason her wrath had turned toward Ashkael Holdings in the first place, and Voren wasn't about to let history repeat itself because of some misjudged loyalty.
With a deep, almost imperceptible exhale, he slipped his phone back into his pocket, the decision settling like stone in his gut, and caught up to Pete, who was already parked and waiting patiently in the restaurant's lot.
