Damon's knuckles went white around the strap of the bag.
For a long second, he just stood there, rain still dripping off his jacket, jaw working like he had something else to say. But an Alpha's aura wasn't something you pushed through, not when it was sitting that heavy in the air. His fingers slowly uncurled.
"Can we talk after?" His voice came out quieter than he probably intended.
"Sure." Voren took the bag without another word, already turning toward the stairs, his tone clipped enough to close the conversation completely.
He went up alone and knocked once. "Damon, is that you?" Seraphine's voice came through the door warm and unhurried. "You can come in."
Voren pushed the door open and stepped inside.
