Seraphine had never been afraid of Voren, not in the beginning and certainly not now, so there was no real reason for hesitation as she returned to her chair, reached for her phone, and began the quiet chain of calls that would soon send shockwaves through people who believed their power was untouchable.
"Okay," she said in a calm, almost casual tone, even though the air in the room carried a tight tension that refused to loosen, and then she tapped the first name on her contact list before raising the phone to her ear.
The call connected after only a few rings, and the man on the other end answered with polite warmth that suggested both respect and curiosity.
"Miss Walker, how are you feeling today?"
Seraphine leaned back slightly in her seat while resting her elbow against the armrest, her expression steady as she responded in a relaxed voice that concealed the storm she was about to unleash.
"Much better, Mark, thanks for asking, but I need a favor."
