Seraphine leaned back slightly, her fingers resting against her lap as she watched Corvine, and there was this quiet, almost reluctant admiration building inside her chest that she didn't even try to hide anymore because, honestly, the man kept exceeding every expectation she had ever placed on him.
She had always known he was efficient back at the pack, had seen it firsthand in the way he handled things with precision and calm authority, but this version of him in the city felt like something else entirely, like he had stepped into a bigger arena and somehow become even sharper, like the environment only made him thrive harder.
"Tell me in the car," she said, her voice carrying that light, amused edge, like she already knew whatever he was about to say would be worth hearing, and Corvine's lips curved into a small smile as he nodded and led her toward the car without wasting another second.
