Voren's hand closed around hers before she could get any real leverage on the rock, fingers wrapping tight, and she pulled against him with everything she had. It didn't matter. He held her like she weighed nothing, like the effort didn't even register.
"Do you know who sent him?"
"Yes." The word came out quiet and flat.
His grip loosened. Just slightly. Just enough for her to slide her hand free and step back, putting a foot of distance between them.
His eyes narrowed. "Then tell me."
Seraphine's shoulders went rigid, the kind of stiff that started in the spine and worked its way up. She looked at a spot somewhere past his left ear. "There's no point."
The muscle in his jaw moved. He watched her for a long moment, reading her the way people read weather, looking for the thing she wasn't saying. Then something moved in his expression, not anger exactly, more like a decision being made.
