"This is becoming too much," Gray finally said as the shock that had frozen him in place began to loosen its grip on his body, although his voice still carried the tremor of a man who knew he had walked straight into a nightmare he could not escape.
Riven nodded weakly beside him, his face pale and slick with sweat as the pain from his injuries continued to pulse through his body in brutal waves that made it difficult to think clearly.
"Yes, Voren, this is too much," he agreed, his breathing uneven as he tried to steady himself. "Our only mistake was trying to take Seraphine's life in this club. We should have handled it somewhere else where it would have been cleaner and easier to control."
The moment those words left Riven's mouth, a heavy silence fell over the room, and something in Voren's expression darkened in a way that made the tension instantly thicker.
Why had that single sentence affected Voren so strongly?
The answer did not take long to surface in Riven's mind.
