Voren pushed himself out of his chair so abruptly that the sudden motion sent it rolling slightly behind him, the quiet scrape of its wheels against the polished floor echoing through the office as his entire posture hardened with restrained irritation.
His gaze darkened instantly, and the tension radiating from him made the atmosphere in the room feel heavier than it already was.
"That's enough," he said, his voice carrying a firm edge that made it clear he had reached the limit of his patience. "I'm not giving you their names, because I already dealt with them."
The words landed between them like a stone thrown into still water.
Seraphine froze where she stood, her fingers tightening around the documents in her hand as her sharp eyes locked onto him with sudden intensity.
The anger that had been simmering inside her since the conversation began did not explode immediately, because her mind caught something far more interesting in what he had just admitted.
