Seraphine caught the exact second Voren's hands clenched into rock-hard fists the moment Olivia finished talking.
The veins on the back of his hands bulged like they were about to burst through the skin, and even though his face stayed completely blank, she knew him better than anyone and could sense the absolute hurricane of rage he was fighting to hold back.
Without a word, she crossed the deck and gently laid her hand on his arm. She guided him over to the nearest chair, waited for him to drop into it, then slipped behind him and started working her fingers into those rock-hard shoulders, rubbing slow, soothing circles to ease some of the insane tension gripping his whole body.
Voren had always been a master at locking his emotions away. To anyone else he probably looked stone-cold calm, but Seraphine knew the terrifying truth.
