Seraphine's mind moved fast, running the numbers on what would happen the second those pack gates swung open and Voren's car rolled through. The warriors on night watch would clock it immediately.
Word would travel fast, and Ravyn would know before she even stepped out of the passenger seat.
She kept her voice even. "Voren, it's late. Let me have Damon handle it." She turned slightly in her seat, turning just enough to look at him without making it obvious she was choosing her words carefully. "Raul left the pack years ago. I haven't heard his name in a long time. The fact that he's apparently back is what I can't get my head around right now."
The brake lights lit up the road behind them as Voren pulled onto the shoulder and cut the engine down to idle.
He turned to look at her. Not the quick sideways glance he'd been giving her since they got in the car. A real look. The kind that expected something back.
