A thin thread of unease slowly tightened inside Voren's chest as the phone continued ringing in his hand, because a quiet part of his mind had begun questioning whether allowing Seraphine to operate out of his office had been an incredibly bad idea that might eventually circle back and cause problems for him.
Even so, the entire situation existed because he had been the one to invite her here in the first place, and that reality left him with very little room to avoid responsibility, which meant he could not simply ignore the call when Ravyn's name flashed across the screen.
Voren drew in a slow breath before tapping the answer button and placing the call on speaker so the conversation filled the entire office.
"Ravyn, what's going on?"
The voice that came through the phone sounded strained and frantic in a way Voren had never heard before, because the composed authority Ravyn normally carried had completely vanished, replaced with a raw panic that trembled through every word.
