Voren pulled in a slow breath and let it out even slower, his whole body wound tight with the need for answers.
Every inch of him burned to yank at those threads, rip apart every single lie and every rotten name tied to what they'd done to Seraphine.
But he knew the difference between raw wanting and playing it smart—he'd learned that lesson the hard way, through blood and pain. Dig too deep right now and too many people would get dragged into the mess.
Word traveled like wildfire in these circles. Ravyn had eyes and ears everywhere. The second that monster caught even the faintest whisper of what was coming, Seraphine's whole plan would crumble into dust before it ever got a chance to ignite.
He wasn't about to let that happen. Not on his watch.
"If you really want to help," Voren told them, his voice dropping low and rock-steady, "then make damn sure everyone gets to the full moon festival. Ravyn's throwing it."
