Flashback.
A few days earlier, right after Voren and Seraphine had left, Corvine had finally started looking forward to getting some decent sleep.
The day had dragged on forever, and all he wanted was to collapse into bed and shut the whole damn world out for a few hours.
But fate had other ideas, because the second he thought about turning in, his inbox started blowing up with one urgent email after another.
By the time he'd slogged through them all, a deep knot of irritation had settled heavy in his chest. He fired off replies to the most pressing ones, but there were still way too many left demanding his attention.
It was obvious he'd have to drag himself into the office first thing in the morning. The thought made him drag a hand down his face in frustration.
